Disclaimer: Yeeeeeeah, no.

Seiji hummed softly as he pulled his shirt of after the shower. Who knew that it was so easy to get rid of all that stress just by plunging it into Izaya. He really should do this more often, but next time, he will gag the bastard. Those screams were really annoying and of putting.

"Seiji~"

Seiji lifted his head confused by the flowing sound of his name. Was that…Izaya? How? That bastard was pretty much done for the day when he left him; there is no way that he can bounce back so quickly.

"Seiji~"

But that was definitely Izaya's voice. Sort of. It seemed completely of, a little demented too.

There was a creepy chuckle from outside the bathroom door and Seiji felt his blood run cold. He actually felt hairs on the back of his neck stand up. What was going on? Was that really Izaya? What in hell was he doing? The deep throated chuckle came from the outside again and Seiji froze at Izaya's words slipping to him like snakes.

"Oh Seiji, come out to play~"

"Izaya? What are you jabbering on about you bastard?"

"Seiji, come on out, Seiji~"

Izaya's voice was high and full of humor, it almost sounded like he was singing some funny little song. Except that his tone of voice was also very spine-chilling. This did not sound good to Seiji. He had no idea what's wrong with the mutt, but he prepared for the worst. This is exactly the reason he held a gun in every room. He took out his gun out of the bathroom closet and carefully creaked the door open; ready to shoot Izaya the second that something seems off.

Izaya was nowhere to be seen and the creepy calling was no more.

"Izaya, where are you? You better come here and not make me look for you." He yelled out.

Suddenly something came up from behind him and pushed him to the floor, expertly taking his gun away. As that something turned Seiji on his back and plopped on his stomach, Seiji realized that it was Izaya. Izaya grinned at him widely, a face unfit for someone who was raped just fifteen minutes ago. Izaya's pants were just barely pulled up, not even zipped, like he completely forgot about that once he got up. Seiji felt something wet press against his chest and with disgust realized that blood and cum were soaking through Izaya's pants.

"Master called, Izaya came, now we get to play, to play~" Izaya sung like a little child.

"Get off of me you bastard." Seiji growled, trying to get up.

"Izaya doesn't think so~" Izaya's eyes turned to slits and Seiji realized something frightening. Izaya's eyes were red. Not dull red bordering brown, that Izaya normally wore. No, this was crazy, blood red color of Saika. Seiji was in trouble; "Izaya thinks he'll stay riiiight here~"

Seiji's eyes flashed widely in fear as Izaya bounced up a knife from his pocket. He giggled like a child with a new toy as he played with it right above Seiji.

"Look what Izaya found, master. Shiny, sharpie, thingy~" Izaya giggled once again, letting out a happy whoop when Seiji tried to push him off of him.

"Izaya get off!" Seiji yelled, wondering how in hell is the skinner teen still keeping him down.

"Nu-uh, Izaya want to play~" Izaya cheered, giggling happily like a two year old with a lollipop.

" .Now! That's an order!" Seiji yelled grabbing Izaya's hand.

To his surprise Izaya's expression changed from that of a child to that of a rather calculated man. With a knife. And he quickly moved up on Seiji, trapping Seiji's hands under his knees. He swayed the knife threateningly above Seiji's neck as he spoke in quiet, dazed manner.

"Order? Master gave a lot orders to Izaya. Yes he did. Hurtful orders hurt Izaya. Izaya cried…"

"Why should I care, you brat, your nothing but a slave. Now obey your orders and get off of me before I kill you." Seiji's eruption did not faze Izaya.

"Izaya cried a lot, because master did not love Izaya. Izaya was sad. Master did cruel things to Izaya. Master laughed at Izaya's pain. Master was cruel."

"You little piece of…"

"Was it fun master; was it fun to hurt Izaya? Was it fun making him humiliate himself? Master locked Izaya out of the house, Izaya caught the flu, master made Izaya eat dirt, Izaya was throwing up all day. Master was cruel and Izaya cried…he cried because Izaya did not know how to make master love him…Izaya just wanted for master to love him, that's all."

Izaya looked at him with eyes filled with sadness and Seiji's eyes pierced him back with anger, he just wanted this freak show off of him, so he can pummel his brains out.

"Why couldn't you love Izaya, master? Izaya loved you, Izaya did everything for you. Everything you asked, no matter how much it hurt, Izaya did it. Izaya was a loyal pet. Yes he was, Izaya was good. Why couldn't master love Izaya?"

"Because you are a brainless freak that took my only love away from me! I don't care what you say, you can never replace her!"

"You never entered Her, did you, Izaya is better." Izaya's grin went up ten volts at the realization; "Master loved Izaya so much it hurt. Master loved Izaya till Izaya bleed. Master never did that to Her, so master loves Izaya better. Master loved Izaya with his body."

"Shut your sick mouth already, I didn't do that because I love you, you idiot. I did that out of anger, I raped you, can't you figure it out. And you can never even come close to my love for her, you sick bastard!" Seiji yelled angrily, trying to kick Izaya off.

Izaya tilted his head eyeing struggling Seiji questioningly. He know not what the word rape meant, all he knew is that master did something to him and that it hurt a lot. But he also knew that there were spots of pleasure in that pain, and pleasure meant love. So for Izaya, Seiji simply loved him with his body, a little rough, sure, but Izaya wasn't used to that kind of love so it was really his fault for not knowing how to adjust. But that didn't matter now. His master loved him; his master finally loved him in his own unique way. So it hurt a little, that was okay, it was the thought that counted.

"Master finally loves Izaya~" he cooed in joy.

"No I don't. I'll sooner die then love you, you little faggot!" Seiji spat out.

Izaya's expression turned grave as he turned to Seiji; "Master…doesn't love Izaya?"

"Of course I don't you disgusting brat!"

"Then Izaya will do as ordered…"

"Finally." Seiji gasped in relief, waiting for Izaya to get off.

"…and kill master…so master doesn't have to love Izaya."

Seiji's eyes went wide in fear as Izaya lifted up the knife. Izaya's eyes were full of sadness; sadness caused by unreturned love for his master. Seiji struggle to get away but Izaya pressed the knife against his throat and smiled sadly.

"Izaya, stop that now. Izaya get off. Don't do that."

"Goodbye master, Izaya will miss you." Izaya gave him another small smile, passing his hand through Seiji's hair in comforting motion.

Then he plunged the knife deep in Seiji's throat. Seiji's scream turned into a muffling gurgle as blood sprayed up staining Izaya's face with warm, red liquid. Izaya, fascinated by the flow and the dying, gurgling sound, pulled the knife down reaching Seiji's chest. He cut through his shirt, removing it off and sat there in thought for a second, before he raised knife up again and with maniacal laugh started piercing Seiji's chest, wanting to slash out through his lungs. He laughed in glee as warm droplets coated his hands and he massacred Seiji's still warm body.

Once when he finally stopped, gasping for air as blood dripped from his hands, he observed Seiji's still body, that unmoving figure that loomed in his nightmares for so long. Seiji's face was cut through and he pierced his eyes and now he watched with fascination as goop and blood trickled down Seiji's face. Izaya tilted his head observing Seiji's throat and chest where the bones were exposed and pierced through lungs hanged down like pooped balloons.

Izaya yawned and rubbed his eyes for it's been an eventful day for him. He was tired and his eyes were heavy, ready to fall asleep as soon as he laid down. He curled up next to Seiji, not minding the trickling blood. He sight in content as he dug his face into Seiji's shoulder and breathed slowly, just watching his master like that for a while. Seiji looked funny like that, he did really, look of surprise, that his pet turned on him, frozen on his face, but Izaya thought that Seiji looked peaceful. Seiji would finally be able to rest from this world.

"Goodnight, master~" Izaya whispered, before falling into firm sleep next to Seiji's corpse.

He slept peacefully, tired out by the day, not noticing anything around him. He did not notice when Seiji's body went completely cold, expect from that little heat that it gained from Izaya, he did not notice when a few ants started climbing on Seiji, attracted by the smell of blood and he did not notice when the police broke in, with Namie's uncle in tow.

He didn't even noticed when they carried him out on a stretcher, for he was sleeping peacefully, a sleep of a just man.

Namie dismissed the hired police officers who were trained specially for this sort of undercover work, since real police was dangerous to turn to. The "police officer" carried Seiji's body into the van, next to sleeping Izaya.

Seitarou Yagiri, completely shaken by the sight, sat next to the boy as they drove of and left sleeping Izaya in the laboratory with Dr. Kishitani. He did not know how he will break the news to his niece as he drove back home. He climbed to her bedroom and knocked on the door. Namie was still recovering from her injuries but was well on the road to recovery. She demanded to be a part of the search and trailed Seiji using the internet from her room. She was the one who found Seiji's underground house by tracking Seiji's money spending on his bank account.

Finding this out will break her heart.

"Come in."

He came to find her reading a mystery novel. She smiled up at him, even though they were in endless feud just a couple of months ago. Now he was here to save Izaya and that was all it mattered.

"Did you find him? Is he okay?" Questions seeped out of her mouth.

"Yes, we found him." He sat down, not answering to her other question.

She noticed this. She's such a bright girl. Always was.

"Uncle, is he okay." She reached out to him, worry in her eyes.

"Namie…how much do you want to keep Izaya?" he asked, sadness tugging at his throat. He never wanted to ask this question.

She twitched in surprise; "What do you mean uncle, what happened."

He sighed, putting and arm on her shoulder and looking straight to her eyes, like he did when she was a little girl and he would have to tell something that she wouldn't like to her.

"We are not entirely sure what's wrong Namie, Shingen is checking it as we speak. But we have our suspicions. And if those confirm to be true, I won't let you keep Izaya any more, it would be too dangerous for you."

Her eyes went wide and her fist clenched; "What do you mean uncle."

He sighed; ready to tell her the worst news of all: "If what we think happened, happened…we will have no choice but to put Izaya down."

Author's notes: So a little shorter this time, but that's okay…because I updated fast…that's okay, right? And just so we are all on the same page, put down is a synonym to kill an animal…poor Izaya, I just won't throw him a bone. Maybe I'll throw him a bone if you throw me one in shape of a review.