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Namie sighed as she walked through solemn halls of Yagiri pharmaceuticals. It has been three months since Dr. Kishitani confirmed their doubts about Izaya's consciousness being invaded by Saika. Her uncle wanted to put Izaya down, to kill the boy. The project was a failure, Izaya's mind was being enveloped in Saika's thoughts more and more and he was labeled dangerous.

Izaya was no longer Izaya anymore.

Namie refused to believe this. She refused to give up on him, even though they gave it no hope. Izaya was always there for her, now was her time to return the favor. She isn't going to allow them to just shut him down like a broken machine. He was a human being, he deserved a second chance. She was not going to just let him go. She was too used to him, even since she was seven Izaya was always and constantly there, by her side. She could not imagine how life would be without his comforting presence.

And that's how she once again found her self in front of the one-sided mirror that looked into Izaya's "room". It was a padded cell more then a room and she knew that he was desperately lonely in there. They gave him medication that stopped him from collapsing from lack of human contact, but that wasn't the real thing. Izaya was lonely and Izaya was sad. She just wanted to go in there and comfort him, but she couldn't. He was still dangerous and her uncle, who was barely convinced to keep the boy alive, absolutely forbidden any contact between the two of them.

They already lost Seiji to Izaya's "love". Her uncle was just looking out for her she knew.

She was sad when she found out that Seiji is dead. No matter what he did, he was still her brother and she still loved him. However her sadness turned to anger when she found out that Seiji was the reason that Izaya was this way. She still cried, but this time both with sadness and anger.

Seiji practically committed suicide, the doctors said.

Izaya's brain was not able to comprehend the torture that Seiji put him through and Izaya just...cracked. He couldn't handle it anymore, it was all too traumatic for him, and he allowed Saika to take over. And Saika had her own way of showing Izaya's never-ending love for the one that tortured him. The problem was that Izaya couldn't stop Saika overflowing his mind.

Only rarely did he still act like his old self.

Namie sighed, putting her hand on the glass, watching the boy curled up in the padded room. His eyes meet hers and she knew that he knew she was there. It was Izaya's thing, he had no way of knowing, but he knew. He couldn't see her, for the glass was one sided, but he felt her there. His eyes meekly looked at her, lying there on the floor, all wrapped up in the straitjacket. His eyes shined with just a bit more red then it was normal. He was calmer today. Maybe all those medications will work after all.

She never wanted to see him like this. Confined in a small space, trapped like some dangerous animal. Those meek, innocent eyes did not belong behind those walls. Izaya was always uncomfortable with these kinds of situations; he never liked to go to the doctors for he felt uneasy near the needles too. It was all normal for one of her uncle's experiments, and she usually didn't care. But this was Izaya, he was different. He was just so...helpless. Izaya was too dependable on others to actually be considered a threat. But her uncle obviously didn't think so.

"We are doing the best we can Namie, but chances of bringing him back are minimal."

Well speak of the devil and there he is.

"Uncle, I can't stand looking at him like that. You're just torturing him more. I need to go in, to show him that he will be okay." She contradicted.

"I won't allow that Namie, it's too dangerous."

"What can he do to me? He is in a straitjacket! He can't even move! Besides uncle, he is doing much better today. He needs some real kindness and not just that liquid you needle him with."

She looked at her uncle, eyes blazing with determination. He sighed, knowing that she is right. Some actual psychical contact will be good for the boy. She was a smart girl, she was. She is going to be a brilliant scientist one day. But still, he did not like a thought of sending her in there.

"Uncle, I'm going."

He sighed and chuckled, patting her shoulder.

"Yeah, I know you are."

-With Izaya-

Izaya was lonely. Izaya was so very lonely. He woke up in this weird room, not completely knowing what's going on. All he saw was grey and red and it scared him. Some people came in and they acted as if he is going to attack them. But Izaya wouldn't attack anyone...would he?

The blood on his hands told him that he, in fact, already did attack someone.

The people washed the blood away, but he could still feel the sticky liquid creeping up his arms. They dressed him in jacket in which he couldn't move his arms and left him in that room. Then Dr. Kishitani came.

And told him everything.

And Izaya remembered, he remembered when something in him killed Seiji and how happy he was when Seiji died. He felt disgusted with himself and afraid, afraid because he still felt that something that wanted to kill more. It wanted to show everyone how much Izaya loved them...but it wanted to do it in a sick twisted way that Izaya didn't agree on.

Sometimes that something, that he found out was Saika, would completely take over. He would try to get out and he saw the world in grey, his targets painted red. He screamed and kicked and shouted and tore, trying everything he could to get out of the jacket that constricted him and his movements. Eventually somebody would come and give him a sedative so he can fall asleep.

They gave him a lot of medicines and poked him with a lot of needles. Izaya never liked those, but he wanted to get better, he wanted that thing out off him. So he did not complain. They ran various tests on him, none of which he understood. They took out his blood and looked into his brain with special machines and he would stand still, if he could. If the Saika wasn't in control. The problem was that Saika was usually in control. And she didn't want to let go of him.

Everybody was afraid of him hurting them, and Izaya was starting to get depressed. He craved human contact and he would always found himself on the verge of tears when whoever it was that feed him, gave him that scared look. Like Izaya is going to bite their hand off or something. Izaya never wanted to hurt anyone. He just couldn't control Saika.

Saika started possessing him more and more every day and he was afraid that one day he, the real Izaya, will just get eaten away by Saika. He was scared, he didn't want to hurt anyone, he never wanted to hurt anyone.

And then the medications started working.

Saika's taking-over's were becoming a rare thing of the week. He had more control over himself and he was glad. But next time Saika came, she only struggled harder to win over his brain and managed to rule over him for four day straight before medications finally brought her down once again.

Yes he was getting better, but he wasn't cured yet.

He knew that Namie visited him, but that she wasn't allowed to see him. He never saw her, but he could sense her behind that mirror he knew was a window. Sometimes he would try and smile for her. Tell her not to worry about him, that he is okay. That he will be back and by her side in no time. But he couldn't. He would fail every time and the smile would fall down on his lips. He hoped that Namie never saw any of his "episodes".

He curled up farther into the corner when he felt that she left. He missed her, he missed her so much. He was tired of these grey walls and he wanted out, but at the same time he knew that that could be dangerous for others.

He didn't want to hurt anybody else.

-Back with Namie-

She gripped the doorknob to Izaya's room, a distress button safely tucked in her pocket. Just in case, her uncle said. She took a deep breath, readying herself for whatever might happen as she turned the knob and walked into the softly padded room. Izaya's head bounced up immediately and she knew that this was a good idea as soon as she saw a smile on his face. First smile in three months. His eyes lit up like child's on Christmas and he struggled to move closer to her. She smiled back at him; he looked absolutely delighted by her presence. If Izaya was a puppy, she knew that his tail would be wagging itself off right now. Izaya was a people pleaser.

"Namie!" he yipped out, failing at bringing himself up in all of the excitement.

She smiled and knelt next to him, feeling the familiar warmth in her chest as he nested his head in her lap. He sighed in content, his frantic breathing slowing down so he can enjoy in every bit of her scent. She smiled at him bringing him closer, not wanting to let go. He practically curled up in her lap, his eyes closed in pure bliss, for he was attention starved for so long. She passed her fingers through his hair when he finally settled down. His head rested on her shoulder, as he curled up like a small child.

"I'm so sorry Namie." He whispered and she felt wet tears soak her shirt.

"It's okay Izaya. Everything is going to be okay." She hushed him down.

"Really?" he hiccupped.

"I'm not giving up on you." She passed her hand along his back, rubbing circles along the way.

"Why am I a monster?"

"You're not a monster, Izaya. Come one let me have a look at you."

She propped the boy straight so she could see him better. This entire time he's been curled up in that corner, so she never got a good look at him. He was paler the before, his skin deprived from sun. He was a bit thinner then before and he had bags under his eyes. His hair was messy and it lost its original shine and softness. Other then that he looked okay and she knew that most of that were just side effects of being deprived of affection for so long.

He smiled at her. That innocent, childish smile looked wrong on his tired out face. She passed her hand through his hair, tugging him closer to her chest again. He nested there, next to her heart and she silently hummed to him like she did when they were just children. He was still Izaya, he was still her Izaya. He was still that same boy that loyally waited for her no matter where she went, that boy that begged her to show him how to do math and science and chemistry and everything else he wanted to know. He was still that innocent child that she would read to at night, when he would curl up next to Seiji and at least a dozen of stuff animals and she would play their mother.

Izaya never stopped loving her that way.

Looking at her with those eyes.

Eyes so childlike that you would never guess that he was not a child anymore.

No he was not a child but he was not and teenager or an adult either.

Saika gave him love, but took away his ability to grow mentally.

And was that a bad thing?

She thought not, for she did not want Izaya to change. She did not want him to lose that innocence in his eyes, that childish smile, the ability to be amazed by simple things, that ability to love as purely as he did.

She was selfish, she realized.

For she wanted that boy all for herself. She didn't want to share him with anybody else. He was hers. He was. He was made for her, so he was hers. She is the only one who can protect him from the outside world that hurt him so. She hugged the boy, who slept in her lap now; she hugged that child that will always be a child. She hugged him, never to let him go.

He was hers.

Her Izaya, her little boy, her doll, her pet...her love.

Authors notes: WoW...Namie surprised me to, no kidding, she wrote that not me...well this is getting interesting. Thank you for your kind notice on sickness of our mind EashaChan~ been time somebody noticed. And don't worry lovelies I won't kill Izaya...yet! Dun dun duuuuun

Question 1: How do you spell a proper dun dun dun, is the last one dunnnnnn or duuuuuuuuuun?

Question 2: Why did I ask you that stupid question?

Question 3: Won't you please review~?

Question 4: How do you combine this ~ and a sign to stop the sentence like a question mark without making it look weird? Becouse this: ~? Looks weird. And like a nose with a mustache, too...

Question 5: Why am I still asking you stupid questions?

You know you don't need to answer on any of those (cough question4wouldbeuseful cough) just please review and tell me what you think of the story~