Two Years Later.

Masaomi Kida wondered the streets of Ikebukuro, alone. His usual grey hoodie had been discarded for a simple white shirt and the usual black jeans. Over the years he had become a very reclusive person, pushing away all of his friends because he knew that they would never understand his situation and the closer anyone was to him, the bigger the risk of them getting hurt. Izaya always used that kind of blackmail- the 'if you don't do this I'll hurt him or her, that one who's been so friendly with you for God knows what reason'- and Kida decided it was probably best for everyone if he just kept to himself from now on. Some of his closer friends were rather persistent at first (Mikado and Anri to be precise) but after he dropped out of Raira Academy, even they gave up with him.

Today was an unusual day. Normally, the blond would just stay at home all day, sleeping, watching TV, maybe reading some manga here and there and going online; unless he was needed elsewhere. And elsewhere meant at Izaya's office or Shizuo's apartment to be toyed with. But today, he was in the mood for a walk, hopefully the fresh air would do him some good. It was an unusually hot day in Ikebukuro, meaning every girl had taken the opportunity to strip half naked and most guys were roaming shirtless. Avoiding kids with water guns was a challenge for a lot of citizens. There were still the odd business suits here and there but Kida wasn't really taking much notice of that. All he was taking in was the fact that the world around him was still functioning as normal. With every passing second, he grew more afraid of his phone blasting Izaya's ring tone, or Shizuo sweeping him off his feet and forcing him back to his apartment, but everyone around him walked by without a care in the world. Blissfully unaware of the traumatic suffering the boy was put through every single day.

Locating a bench, Masaomi sat down and let out a heavy sigh. He had gone out today with the intentions of clearing his head but he wasn't doing very well. Once, he recalled, Mikado had told him the only way you really get anything off of your mind is accepting the realities of the situation. Once you've done that, if you're still upset about it, then change those realities. Find what's brining you down and change it because thinking about it miserably and negatively won't make it go away. Of course, this was something Mikado had said to him quite recently on a chat room. The raven didn't know that he was talking to his old best friend, guiding him through his troubles. Masaomi considered this for a while and decided to give it a shot. In order it accept the realities of his situation, he had to look back over the last two years. The important parts of them only. When the realization struck that the only people he'd really interacted with at all were his two abusers, Kida had to stop himself from pushing away all his thoughts and going home to crawl into his bed and sleep it off. He was going to tackle these issues right here, right now.

First of all, he decided, he would look back on the eventful times he'd shared with Izaya and pick out what really made him fair the informant so greatly.

"Zaya! M-more! Please more!" he cried out as the older man thrusted harshly into him. This was the third round they'd had today, and a part of Masaomi's brain was still, even as he finally reached climax and the pleasure was taking over, praying that he'd finally be allowed home after this. Not long after, the informant pulled out of the quivering mess that he'd left of Kida and laughed at him. God, he really know how to makes people feel absolutely worthless. Pulling whatever was left of his pride and dignity together, Masaomi dressed himself slowly and started for the door. He felt his world collapsing when the smooth, patronizing voice of the older man stopped him just inches from the door.

"I don't recall telling you to leave, whore," and what a wonderful pet name he had been granted with. He sighed in defeat and returned to the man's desk, sitting on top of it cross legged. Izaya was just in front of him, sat on his swivel chair gazing up into the teenager's eyes with a smirk plastered on his pale face. Masaomi would bet his life that Izaya slept with that same look on his face. It never went away and it haunted the boy.

"Sorry Izaya," he mumbled, shame toning his voice. "I didn't realize you still wanted me here..."

"I hear you've dropped out of Raira now, is this true?"

"Yes."

"You should really ask me about these silly things before you do them. That was very irresponsible. You've really let yourself go," admittedly, he sounded almost mad.

"I'm sorry Izaya.."

"And does that fix everything?"

The blond paused for a moment, avoiding Izaya's stern gaze. He didn't understand why the older man even cared about any of this; he thought it might amuse him to some extent. But he seemed genuinely angry, and that worried Masaomi.

"No. I'm sorry Izay-" his words were broken off by the raven slapping him harshly across the face. It wasn't as if this kind of physical abuse hadn't happened between the two of them before, but it felt so much worse right now. The boy couldn't place exactly why this hit had angered him and upset him so much, added so many conflicted emotions to his already broken down stressful mind.

"You're pathetic and immature. You have really proven to me how futile you are. Get out of my site whore, Shizuo wants to see you."

Masaomi understood now, why that certain slap had made him feel the way it did. It was because it seemed as though Izaya was trying to act like some sort of parental figure to him, getting mad after he'd dropped out of education and punishing him for it. Scalding him for his misbehavior. This wasn't the last time the man did this either, he punished Masaomi for lots of things such as poor manners, or being rude to Izaya's clients. The man did this to make Kida feel even worse than he already did, give him further emotional damage but the boy wasn't even sure if this was possible.

He guessed that Izaya made him so afraid because of the way that he could take the horrible feelings he was already having and enhance them so greatly. Not only that, he was so very horrifically manipulative. The thought of it made him literally want to vomit.

Now to examine his feelings for Shizuo. He had conflicting feelings for the older man, one minute he hated him so greatly, and the next he was hopelessly in love with him. Shizuo was so different from Izaya, because with Shizuo, Kida almost felt safe. Like nothing in the world could touch him, like the older blond would protect him from everyone who ever tried to hurt him. When he slept in the man's arms at night, all the nightmares he had when he was alone hid away in the darkest depths of his mind and he slept calmly and peacefully.

Masaomi caught himself smiling like an idiot at these thoughts of the man he was supposed to despise. He shook his head quickly and let his mind get back to the point; why were there times when he feared the man so massively? For anyone else, this question was simple, he was a dangerous man after all. But Masaomi obviously had much different reasons than everybody else. After all, not everyone out there was Shizuo's special little sex toy.

The young blond sucked passionately and almost willingly on Shizuo's hardened member. Proud of the moans and frustrated growls he was getting out of the older man, he decided he wanted to tease. He trailed his tongue along the underside of the man's erection, all the way up to the tip. He let his tongue tease the tip gently and slowly, circling it before taking as much as he could of the great length into his mouth. The boy had tried on various occasions to deep throat Shizuo, but it was way too much for the petit blond to handle.

Shizuo thrusted his hips to get deeper into Kida's mouth, but the younger blond could feel himself choking and quickly pulled away to cough loudly. The man looked down, an apologetic look in his eyes and sighed. Kida couldn't help but feel bad for not being able to take him.

"I'm sorry.." Shizuo mumbled, ruffling the boy's hair softly, and that made Masaomi feel so, so much better than anyone ever could. He loved the gentle touches that he got from the older blond and the second he got them he felt compelled to give the man whatever he wanted. He instantly started sucking again, moving faster than he was before and sooner rather than later, Shizuo came hard into the boy's mouth and he swallowed it all too willingly. Unfortunately, Izaya had got him into that habit.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Shizuo pulled Kida up to lay beside him on his bed and held the young boy close to him. Kida felt that same sense of security he'd felt before strutting so confidentally into Izaya's office that day, but he forced the thoughts of that day away as he rested his head on Shizuo's chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. Desperately, he fought away the tears that he knew were coming, but they broke through as they always did and spilled onto the older man's chest. Since Shizuo would already be able to tell he was crying, Masaomi didn't bother holding in the quiet sobs that were attempting to escape his lips. He was in so much emotional pain and he couldn't comprehend why he got like this whenever the older blond held him in such a caring way. His tears were slowly kissed away by Shizuo and brushed his lips along the boys cheek and moved to his ear to whisper.

"Masaomi, I'm so sorry...Please forgive me..."

"I forgive you, Shizuo," Kida murmured between sniffles and sobs. He felt so at home in the man's strong arms, so why was he crying so much?

"Masaomi...Why? Why do you always cry so much when I hold you...? You claim to forgive me, I don't think I can believe you when you cry so much...I hate seeing you like this, I hate doing this to you, I-"

"No! Shizuo, it's not your fault, I do forgive you, I really do! I promise you!" The thought of Shizuo thinking he hadn't forgiven him for his truly disgusting behavior; it was a horrible though. It was exactly that; disgusting. So why did he forgive him? Why was he crying? He didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't want Shizuo to think he hadn't forgiven him. Just that thought brought even more tears to his eyes. "Please believe me..."

"...Oh Kida...Why do you always forgive me for these sickening things I do to you?"

"Because I love you."

The boy snapped out of his thought trance as these words escaped his lips. He recalled that night so perfectly, how he searched for those exact words in his head but just couldn't get them to leave his lips.

Some strange glances from the civilians close enough to hear his random words were enough to get him off his feet, running on a frantic search for the older blond. How did he usually find him? Well by running straight into him of course. But after half hour of running, he realized he'd be granted with no such luck. Pulling out his phone he went to dial Shizuo's number, when at that very second, a text came through. A text from the very man he was trying his best to avoid all contact with for as long as possible.

'Be at my place in 5 minutes. We have a lot to talk about.'

Worriedly, he started towards to building he could vomit at the sight of. On his way, he called the older blond he'd been searching for. After three rings, he picked up and Kida felt his heart drop. This was a lot more terrifying than he'd predicted it to be.

"Masaomi?...Are you ok, do you need something?"

"...I..."

"...Masaomi?"

"..."

"Masoami!? Where are you I'm coming to get you right now, are you okay!?" Silence. "Answer me!"

"Be at Izaya's place in 5 minutes. We have a lot to talk about." And he hung up. And he was ready now. It was about time he started facing his fears. It was about time he started taking Mikado's advice. Find what's bringing you down and change it. The only way he was going to change his situation was by standing up to it and saying no more.

When he knocked on Izaya's door, he wasn't exactly what one would call confident, but what he definitely was was prepared. The door opened and he stared into the informants eyes. He knew exactly how his own eyes looked right now; dead. There was no spark of life left in him whatsoever, but that was fine. Appearance was the least of his worries right now. Izaya didn't say a word, just walked back to his desk leaving the door wide open for Masaomi. As he entered, he noticed Shizuo had already arrived and was leaning against Izaya's desk as the informant himself took his seat on his swivel chair. He heard the patronizing voice begin speaking but he just ignored it. Instead of standing there, terrified by the man's words as he would usual be, he strode bravely towards the desk, jumped over it and lands perfectly on top of Izaya, his knees either side of the man's legs on the chair. He smirked and placed a gentle kiss on the informant lips to silence him.

Izaya broke the kiss and stared at the boy, almost seeming slightly confused, which Kida liked a lot.

"You were wrong. We do not have 'a lot' to talk about. The only thing I have to say to you is that I'm done with you now," Masaomi spoke loud and proud and smiled the whole time.

"You're done with me are you?" Izaya replied, his usual smirk returning.

"Yes. And do you want to know why? Because I don't care what you do to me anymore. You have nothing over me Izaya. And I know I'm safe from your 'oh so evil clutches' anyways. Because I've fallen in love with someone very dear to me and you, and I'm almost certain he himself feels the exact same way from me. He will keep me safe from you..."

"Who's the lucky guy then, Masaomi?" The smirk didn't leave his lips, and Kida was almost one hundred percent certain that Izaya already knew the answer to that. Despite knowing this, he still answered it, as there was still one person in the room who was unaware, and he was probably the person who deserved the most knowledge of the situation.

"Shizuo Heiwajima." Briefly glancing to where Shizuo stood, he noticed that the man had tensed and his eyes had widened. He was frozen in one position, with both the raven haired informant and the dead eyed teen staring right at him, both curious to see how he would process this new revelation.

"..You love me?"

"Yeah. I have for a while now, but I didn't know how to say it and-"

"You're aware that me and Izaya are together aren't you?" And with that simple question, whatever was left of Masaomi's torn and broken heart collapsed into a million tiny pieces. He felt his world slowly falling apart, deteriorating was his only hope left in the world.

"You need to stop being so sure of yourself Masaomi," said the patronizing voice as Kida was shoved onto the floor. It hurt his back a bit, but literally no physical pain was going to compete with the ache in his heart. He had been given that last strip of hope, only to have it ripped away from him. It was the worst kind of pain. Worse than feeling used or dirty and much worse than being thrown around like a toy. With whatever willpower was left in his tiny shattered being, Masaomi pulled himself to his feet. "No one will ever love you. You were always just a pretty face. To be totally honest, you're not even that anymore, so what are you really worth? Shizuo never loved you, he just felt bad that no one ever would so he pretended too." And then, once again, Masaomi Kida ran away.

Silence fell in the office as the two men stared at the door.

"Aren't you gonna go after him?" Shizuo questioned, he almost sounded hurt or lost, or maybe a trifle confused but it was difficult to tell with him.

"No. Why would I? He's worthless now...Unless...You really do love him." As much as Izaya doubted this, his humans were never really as predictable as he thought them to be; especially not Shizuo. Everything he did was so very out of the ordinary, that's what kept the informant so interested in him, what allowed them to keep their relationship going without him getting bored and running off to someone else. When Shizuo didn't respond to him, the raven felt a horrible pain in his chest. Right where his heart was. He shook it off and decided on the simplest way to settle this.

"Shizuo. I'm gonna close my eyes and count to ten. If, when I open my eyes, you're no longer here, I'll assume you've gone after Masaomi, and what we have is over," He swiveled his chair around to face the window and closed his eyes. "One." The informant began counting out loud.

A brief few moments of contemplation were what Shizuo had left. Hearing the young blond proclaim his love for him out loud really made him rethink what he had really done, the impact that he had made on Masaomi Kida's life. As much as Shizuo knew he was leading the boy on, he just didn't care at the time, thinking he was doing it for the teenagers own good. He understood now, just how much real damage he had done, and it hurt him. It hurt him to see how badly he had hurt Kida. And it hurt him to realize he loved the young blond, and had much deeper feelings for him than he had ever felt for his boyfriend the informant.

"Five. Six. Seven."

He had been thinking for too long. And as much as it pained him to do so, he left the building quickly, chasing the dyed blond hair he could barely see through the crowded city of Ikebukuro.

"Eight. Nine. Ten." Slowly, unwillingly, Izaya turned in his chair and opened his eyes to a completely empty office. He sighed and switched on his laptop before leaning back in his chair to glance down at the city below. What he saw made his chest hurt again. Shizuo, chasing after another boy. He turned away from the sight quickly and mumbled.

"Goodbye, Shizuo Heiwajima."

Kida ran, not even worrying about what he was running from anymore, and was extremely disappointed when his wrist was grabbed by a firm hand that he recognized the second it came into contact with him. He faced Shizuo and to his surprise, was instantly pulled into a gentle kiss. The passion and ultimately dominant true love that Shizuo expressed through that one kiss was overwhelming and Masaomi never wanted it too end, but sadly, it had too.

As he was held in Shizuo's arms once again, Kida grew more and more confused. He looked up into the eyes that he loved so much.

"What about Izaya...?" Shizuo only shook his head

"I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner, but you are so much more important to me than he will ever be."

"I love you Shizuo."

"I love you too Masaomi."

And finally, after all that emotional pain, all the physical suffering, everything that he had to survive through, Masaomi Kida, the boy who survived, got his happy ending.