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After Izaya had basically kidnapped me a few days ago, he wouldn't let me go back to apartment. I would go to work each day and so far without fail he would intercept me on my way home. And instead of walking me to my house like a true gentlemen he would steer me in the opposite direction and take me to his place in Shinjuku. He said that since we were 'engaged' we should do a trial run of living together to see how things would go. In reality though it was just a way for him to control my life even more than he does already. If I live with him then I won't have a safe place to escape from him. A mad genius that one, I thought dryly.

When ever I complained about having to wake up extra early to go back to my real home to get my things Izaya would just wave of my comments. But more of my stuff began accumulating at his apartment over the past couple of days, showing up in random place. My red comb I found in the downstairs bathroom that I took to using after being stuck there. My fuzzy house slippers suddenly appeared in the guest room at Izaya's. A couple of my sweaters were in the clothes bin by the washer the other day. Even my favorite tea mug was tucked away in the glass cabinet in the kitchen yesterday. They were none too subtle hints that Izaya was dead set on me living with him. He was probably breaking in to my house every night when I fell asleep and taking my things so eventually I wouldn't have the excuse of having to leave to go back to my actual home.

Minato ignores me now. If by some chance I catch his eye, he hurriedly looks away. I can understand though, if I had escaped from Izaya's clutches I would probably avoid him and all those associated to him at all costs as well. It's still disappointing, and a little hurtful. My first work friend who seemed like a normal guy turned out to be just another one of Izaya's old pawns. Speaking of which I had come to the conclusion that Izaya had probably set up the job offer I got to work with the company because he knew Minato. It would make sense; Izaya always told me that I'd come back and sending me a great job opportunity that I couldn't refuse would surely encourage me to live in the city again. Plus he had a minion that he could use to manipulate within the work place. It at least sounds like something he would do. I wouldn't put it past him.

I don't like being treated as an object. Since I came to Ikebukuro Izaya's possessiveness has been off the charts in comparison to how he was in high school. Sure he'd get jealous when I would hang out with Shizu-chan and he was always hitting on me, but now it's just ridiculous. It's almost as if he's trying to groom me, kinda like what psychopaths do to their victims. They will repeatedly do certain things until their victims become comfortable with whatever the psycho is trying to accomplish so they stop fighting back and comply willingly. Maybe that's why he's suddenly all touchy-feely and forcing me to live with him. If he does the odd ball things that he does all the time one day I suppose I won't find anything wrong with it and just go with along. That epiphany was depressing to say least. It would be an understatement to say that I'm afraid of what all of this is leading up to. The worst part would be that I'm beginning to feel like my resistance to him is all for naught; a lost cause.

After Izaya, once again, forced me back to Shinjuku he made some excuse about having to go work and left with his secretary Namie. Leaving me alone in his apartment for the first time. Not going to lie, when it comes to Izaya I am extremely curious. He keeps his life so private it's surprising he left me to roam his home alone. I'm not interested as much in all the files he keeps with information on his clients and other people on his computer, which is undoubtedly hidden away skillfully, or on his bookshelf. Rather I'm curious as to what he keeps upstairs. I've only ever been allowed to reside in the downstairs portion where the guest bedroom that I have been staying in is at. Izaya never actually set it as a rule that I couldn't go up there but when ever I tried to he would call me back to him. He gave off the vibe that I shouldn't go up there.

I guess this was the biggest form of rebellion I had left. Even if it was just simply walking up the stairs and peeking around a bit. It took me almost thirty minutes to work up the courage to go threw with it. To be honest I half expected their to be a chamber where he keeps his torture devices and coffins, but Izaya is more of one to inflict mental and emotional pain not physical. All the same, my heart was beating fast, veins filled with adrenaline.

I was slightly disappointed to discover that the upstairs was almost a carbon copy of the downstairs. It was the same style as before, no skeletons in the closet as expected; I checked. The second floor was smaller than the first; only a small living area with a couch, coffee table, and a personal bookcase that connected to a his master bedroom and bathroom. His room was impressive, impressive in the sense that it was outlandishly grandiose. He had a huge king sized bed right in the middle made of some sort of elegant polished wood, it was similar to the one in the guest room only in a larger size. Izaya, I've noticed, has an expensive taste.

The royal purple throw blanket Izaya had draped over the bed was one of the softest I had ever felt. I ran a hand delicately across the blanket, tracing patterns with my index finger absentmindedly as I scanned over the rest of the room. There was a single wall completely made of one huge glass window that looked down on the streets below, and with the plush drapes drawn back you could see for the city outstretched for miles. It was beautiful.

Then in the opposite corner of the room was an antique looking armchair with a standing reading lamp placed beside it. It was a cute little scene, I could picture Izaya sitting there late at night reading. It was a quaint idea to think Izaya would be doing something so mundane and normal. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit at the thought. I moved away from the bed and examined yet another bookshelf. This one was still large but not nearly as big as the one in the living room or the one downstairs where they took up an entire wall. The one in his room was about half the size of the others and was still filled to the brim with books. Never once had I seen Izaya read in his home and yet he had so many books. Strange. But since when did he make any sense.

There was something odd on one of the higher shelves. It was a glass cylindrical item, but it was a little dim in the room so all I could make out was a shadowy blob in it's core. That nervousness I had felt earlier was starting to inch it's way back into the bottom of my stomach. That cylinder was giving off a creepy feel, like it was warning me to turn around and leave. But I didn't. I crept closer to whatever it was and started at it for a while, wide eyed, trying to determine if I was seeing was real or not. I knew what it looked like but I couldn't be right. Izaya is insane, there's no question about it, but why on earth would he keep a decapitated head floating in a jar.

I was so shocked at what it was that I just stood there frozen. It was a woman, a beautiful one at that, a red head. She clearly wasn't Japanese, she was Caucasian. The woman looked peaceful, despite her horrific situation. It brought tears to my eyes and put a lump in my throat. Where would Izaya get a head? And why would he keep it!? Thousands of questions swam through my mind, overwhelming me all at once and making it hard to breathe. And in his bedroom as well! This was by far the most disgusting thing I have found out about Izaya. I felt like throwing up, passing out, and sobbing, while also wanting to beat Izaya senseless but never see him again. I hurriedly backed away from the shelf and bumped into the side of the bed. I froze in place. The initial shock had died down enough for me to realize something. That woman...is just a head...and...just a body...

"...Celty." I whispered bringing a hand to cover my gaping mouth. Izaya...had Celty's head! I rushed over and picked her up gently. I wasn't sure how but I was going to give Celty back her head. Sneaking it through the streets would be a hassle and it would only be a matter of time before Izaya realized I had it. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, what would he do when he realized that I had betrayed him? No. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I wouldn't be betraying him. He would be stupid if he thought I could keep this from Celty.

"How annoying." Izaya drawled out with an irritated sigh. I squeaked in surprise and and latched onto the container tightly while spinning around to see Izaya leaning against the door frame. He had his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. He looked amused with an eyebrow quirked up but the small tipped down lips of a frown showed otherwise.

"I have to give it to her Izaya-san." I said before he could make me put her head back. I attempted to give him a hard look but as scared and nervous as I was it didn't do much.

"No." He answered simply. I frowned and the tears threatened to spill over once again. This wasn't one of my strongest moments.

"Wh-what do you mean no!?" I shouted at him holding Celty's head closer to my body protectively.

"I have a plan and for that plan to succeed I can't have you getting in the way." With each word he stepped closer to the nightstand by his bed. He opened one of the drawers and began to dig through it. While he moved to the other side of the room, I matched his steps with ones towards the door.

"Why do you want Celty's head?" I questioned, angry that he would use something so valuable to someone he knew so well without a hint of remorse. Izaya found what ever it was that he was looking for and tucked it in his sleeve turning back to me.

"I plan to wake it up." He jabbed a thumb in the direction of the head. I stared blankly at him. He wanted to wake her up?

"Than why not just give it back to Celty!? That'll wake her up very fast!" I practically screamed. I was beginning to panic, Izaya had started walking towards me and I wasn't in too much of a rush to find out what he had put it in his sleeve. He literally had something up his sleeve. Sometimes he was way to cliche for his own good. He gave a smile like I had said something ludicrous. The one that you give little kids when they say something stupid.

"Because for my plan to work I have to wake her up a certain way." He came within a couple steps of me. "So I can't have you running off and telling your bestie about it." His tone was teasing and condescending but his eyes were what frightened me the most. For a moment they showed a flash of regret, then quickly they change to frustration, but then hardened into the cold crimson gaze that have only ever been directed at Shizuo. I was so on edge that I dashed out of the way when he reached out near me but soon realized that he wasn't trying to grab me, he had shut and locked his bedroom door.

"I doubt you'll be able to keep something like this from a friend of yours, so I won't bother to ask you to not do so." That confused me, he wasn't going to tell me to not tell Celty?

"You mean I can tell Celt-"

"No." He cut me off firmly. "I didn't say that either." I shot him a confused look.

"But you said-"

"I said I wouldn't ask you, I'm simply going to make you." My eye grew the size of saucers, what did he mean 'make' me? I stumbled backwards trying to get as much room in between us as possible, but his large room suddenly felt all too small. My breathing quicken as Izaya stalked towards me in long, swift strides. The closer he got the farther I tried to get away from him. But eventually I ran out of room and hit the wall. I grimaced and hugged Celty's had to my chest.

In a sudden moment of irrationality my body freaked out and decided that I had to get out of this situation. Now. I sprung forward and slammed into Izaya effectively knocking him of balance and tripping him up. If I wasn't so scared I would have smirked at his surprised expression. I tried to pry the door open, but forgot that Izaya had already efficiently closed off all of my escape routes. As I was about to rear back to charge the door Izaya tightly grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards so fast that I lost my grip on the cylinder and watched horrified as it hit the ground and rolled around the flooring unscathed. I didn't have time to sigh in relief before I was gasping in shock. I craned my neck and say that Izaya had jabbed me with a needle.

"Izaya!?" His eyes finally seemed to softened up, even if it was slightly.

"Like I said, I can't have you getting in the way. So you're just going to have to go to sleep for a while." He had drugged me. I could already feel my head getting foggy. It certainly was a fast working thing.

"How long?" I asked my speech slurring as I became more drowsy. My eye lids wouldn't stay open like I wanted them to, and I couldn't seem to stand on my own any more. My knees buckled underneath me, I was still coherent enough to notice Izaya slowly lower me to ground and support me as my muscle control slowly drained.

"Until you've calmed down and get off of blabbing our dirty little secret to Celty." It was getting really hard to keep my eyes open but I could still see that look of victory that flashed across his features. It baffled me but I couldn't focus enough to question it. I felt like I was being pulled underwater. My senses were being dulled by the second. Izaya kept talking to me, kinda like when a parent tells story to their child until they fall asleep, but it all sounded funny, muffled kind of. Then it became difficult to see, mostly because I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough.

I was starting to panic again. It freaks me out not being to able to control what's going on with my own body. I kept trying to move but could only manage small movements. I was extremely nervous to lose control of myself in front of Izaya, he seemed mad but pleased. Honestly I wasn't too sure anymore what he was. I started crying, mostly out fear but also frustration and sadness that I wouldn't be able to help Celty. But what really made me angry was that even though I was so incredibly angry and afraid of Izaya I still clung to him like a lifeline as the drug pulled me last thing I could make out before I completely passed out were two little words that I had thought would never pass through Izaya's lips.

"I'm sorry."

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