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MultiPersonality Disorder 1

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Previously on MPD: MultiPersonality Disorder, we quickly ran through Izaya's life and his "alternate" selves. It took a team of rescuers to take away Izaya's emotions and hope for humanity, but it took one boy to turn Izaya into who he is. Yet even that memorable moment was forgotten… until now.

MPD: MultiPersonality Disorder
Chapter One: Bail Him and Jail Him


Izaya shot up in bed, cold sweat running down his face as he tried to calm his hyperactive heart. A dream… it was just a dream…

But it felt so real. The way his bones snapped like twigs, the disgusting feeling of blood dribbling down his arms, the water clogging his throat, the flames licking burns on his body.

It hurt.

And then that damn white scarf had to… ugh! It disgusted him… why, of all things, was his own subconscious trying to help him after everything he did to make damn sure he didn't need outside help?!

"Your life is precious, so please don't waste it."

Izaya tensed, red eyes widening as he remembered that young, brunette boy who lent him his scarf that dark night. That boy was one of the only two real "humans" in his eyes. His "love for humanity" was really just a "revenge against monsters". His real love belonged to that boy and that man.

The boy was a turning point. But that man took his breath away. Izaya loved that man, despite the fact his love was one sided… eh?

Raising his hands to his eyes, Izaya found himself crying and in front of his closet. Quickly, he reached in and pushed aside a bunch of files, blankets, and clothes, revealing a secret compartment. After sliding open the wooden board, he uncovered an old, dusty box.

Fingers curled on the lid, he popped it open to peer inside of it. A white scarf, torn in two and blotched with red, coiled in the box like a snake. Izaya picked up the separate pieces and pressed the dry cloth against his face. That mysterious boy changed him… saved his life.

Izaya chuckled brokenly as he cried, his first actual tears since eleven years ago when he met… "Shizu-chan, why do you torment me so?"

With eyes closed, he smiled gently and reached into his closet for a sewing kit. "All I can do now is mend my life, Tsukishima," Izaya murmured, calling the boy by the name he found so ironic. Moon and Island. It was a stupid name, but it had been a full moon the night they met, and the mysterious boy seemed lonely and, to Izaya, he was separate from the world – like an island. A thought formed in the informant's head and he smiled grimly at it. "Heh, maybe you could help me out with Shizu-chan…"

Tears dropped on the white scarf as Izaya sewed the torn pieces together. "D-Dammit!" he wiped the droplets away with his sleeve. "Why do you always render me speechless, Shizu-chan? Why are you so damn beautiful? Why do you act in such a brash manner that intrigues me? Why are you always so unpredictable?!"

The raven haired man tensed when he poked himself with his needle. "…Why do I love you?"

Frustrated, Izaya leaned back to lie on the fell onto the floor on his side, curling around his scarf. "Why do you affect me so?" he continued to ask no one in particular. "I don't even know if the day we met… was even meant to be. I wasn't supposed to attend Raijin… you shouldn't have such monstrous strength…"

The informant hugged the mended cloth against his chest. "…Why have you stolen my heart, Shizu-chan?"

A ringtone pierced through the pleasant silence, causing a tick mark to appear on the ravenette's forehead. He slid his cell open and checked the screen before pressing the device against his ear. "What? I'm busy, Shinra."

"Well your secretary said you weren't at the office, so you either just woke up or you're in the middle of work – if it's the latter, I'll be happy not to give you some useful information."

"Neither," Izaya growled after he contemplated the outcomes of learning this "useful information". It would prove useful if it was from Shinra, and Izaya was an informant. "What do you want?"

"It's really serious, Izaya," Shinra's voice grew urgent. "It's about Shizuo."

Izaya flinched at the name and sat up straight, worry and irritation both spreading across his heart. "Shizu-chan? Why're you telling me about him? If it's an accident, he's strong enough to—"

"He's in prison."

It was as if the world stopped moving, and Izaya swore his heart skipped a beat. "What the hell happened?" he growled into the phone, eyes flashing in a feral manner.

"Uh, well, you know that cop that was chasing Celty around?" Shinra asked. "Wait just a second, I'll be there in a minute!" the words were softer and slightly muffled, so Izaya was pretty sure the doctor was talking to a patient or something.

"Kuzuhara Kinnosuke. Yeah, what the hell did he do Shinra?" the ravenette pressed, already wrapping Tsukishima's scarf around his neck and fetching his usual black coat.

"He caught Shizuo in the middle of one of his fights and a band of his guys brought him in – I heard with a sedative or something. But anyway, until Shizuo pays off what he owes to the community – I mean, he did destroy a lot of private property – he'll be stuck in jail! I'd get him out, but I'm booked with all these injured thugs. If you know what I mean. Most likely I'll – I said just a minute! – be done by tomorrow night, and I don't want Shizuo to be knocked out for too long. Who knows what more damage to his brain will be caused from that! So could you please pick him up and bail him out, Izaya?"

"What's in it for me?" the red eyed informant asked, even though he was already fitting on his shoes and his hand was twisting open the door to his house.

"You'll basically buy Shizuo's life with all that he owes."

The thought wasn't all that uninteresting. A smirk found its way on Izaya's face. "Well, well, well. Shizu-chan will have to do everything I say~!"

"Well… he'll probably put up a fight about it, but… yeah. He's a moral kind of guy, even if it's you. He'll most likely give in after a few weeks. Or months. Maybe even years. We never know," there was a hesitant pause. "Just… don't be too hard on him, Izaya. You can confuse the heck out of him and even give him a few scratches, but please. He's my friend – I don't want him getting in relationship he's unwilling to be in. And that does include dating because of sympathy."

The informant almost tripped over his own feet at that, quickly composing himself and hailing a taxi to head for Ikebukuro. "…How do you know about that?"

"Ah, we'll have to talk later, Izaya. Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming, sheesh!" and then the bespectacled doctor hung up.

Staring at his phone in disbelief, Izaya huffed before closing it and putting it away. "Stupid Shinra…" he grumbled. But still… Izaya would never force Shizuo to go out with him or love him. If anything, he'd seduce the man till he crumbled and finally realized he was madly in love. I mean, who wouldn't be in love with Orihara Izaya?
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Shizuo groaned, his head throbbing in pain as he slowly came to his senses. What the hell happened? Oh yeah, some cop shot him up with some weird shit that made him sleepy. Hmm… so if a cop came after him, he was in jail? Crap, that wouldn't be good…

Mocha brown eyes fluttered open, squinting when a bright light flashed in his vision. "Gah!" he covered his face and kept his eyes as slits so they wouldn't burn. He jumped at rattling chains when he moved his hands. Looking at his wrists warily, he found them to be handcuffed, but the chains seemed to move above him. Was he chained to the wall?

Giving an experimental pull, he felt a strong force. Yup, definitely a wall. Giving the room a once over, Shizuo—

Wait, what? Room? He wasn't in a cell? Shizuo uncovered his eyes, uncaring at the tingling sensation in them, and looked around. He was lying on top of a bed, which was really soft but that's beside the point, and there were two doors. The one that was slightly open revealed a toilet and a sink, and there was probably a tub behind the door somewhere. The other door had light peaking in from the bottom crack.

Huh. Well… this was quite an awkward situation. The room had a familiar smell, but Shizuo couldn't quite place it in his disorientated state. Giving another harsh pull on his wrists with all his might, the blonde cursed when he found the drugs also took away his strength.

"Damn… where the hell am I?" he asked.

And as if on cue, the other door opened, causing Shizuo to squint once more with all the extra light. "Ora? What's this? And I thought your eyes would adjust better since I dimmed the lights to its lowest… here, these might help~!" a familiar voice, also which Shizuo couldn't quite place, suggested. A black blob moved closer to place sunglasses on Shizuo's face, allowing the blonde to open his eyes fully and look at who had chained him to the wall.

And hell was he not that surprised. In fact, anger bubbled in his stomach as he furrowed his eyebrows in rage. "IIIZAAAYAAAA-KUU—!" the bodyguard cut off when he found himself not able to move forward. Instead, his sudden motion caused him to fling back and hit his back against the headboard of the bed. "Shit!" he hissed in pain.

"Ahahaha!" Izaya laughed, holding onto his stomach. "Ah, did the big, bad cop give you something to zap your super strength away, Shizu-chan~? That was really nice of him!" he chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets and leaning back a little. "Shinra said you landed yourself in jail – well, I'm not that surprised. I'm disappointed it wasn't my fault – though I guess since most of the time you're throwing private property at me, it is my fault, but… whatever."

"Damn flea! What the hell is this about?!" Shizuo growled, his teeth gritted as he shook his cuffed wrists.

"Ah, can't have you running away, now can we? After all, I bought you, Shizu-chan," Izaya leaned forward, his hands pressing into the soft mattress as his red eyes gleamed mischievously. "I own you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" the blonde spat out, clenching his hands into fists and tugging repeatedly on the handcuffs.

"I got you out of jail. I paid every last bit of yen for everything you destroyed, and I also told them to give the bill to me whenever you went on a rampage. Isn't it nice, Shizu-chan? You can go wild without having to worry about a thing – your master is so nice, isn't he~?" Izaya joked.

"The hell are you talking about?! It was like, what, two million yen or something?! You wouldn't have that much!"

"Actually, it was a lot more than two million yen, Shizu-chan, honestly, how many vending machines and stop signs do you think Ikebukuro lost because of you? Honestly. But anyway, you'd be surprised at how high a price I can put on information people desperately want and, in some cases, need," the informant waved his hand as if he were talking about the weather.

A glance at the fuming blonde had Izaya feeling almost bad for the man. Shizuo looked perfectly enraged, red faced and all, but his eyes clouded with apprehension and just a tad bit of fear. Why… was Shizuo scared of Izaya? In their eleven years of fighting and being in each other's presence, Izaya never saw Shizuo get scared.

"What? You gonna torture me before finally offing me? Getting rid of the one who interrupts all the crap you stir up?" Shizuo asked, trying to put on a strong front despite the obviously fearful look in his eyes.

"No, no, no," Izaya chuckled, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he felt the control he had over the blonde brute. "I'm quite nice to my belongings, and the same applies to you. BUT, you have to listen to everything I say, Shizu-chan~! Nice pets will listen to their masters~!"

"I'm not your pet!" the ex-bartender growled.

"But you are~! I own you, Shizu-chan. I bought you. I will be the one taking care of you for the rest of your life~! But first, we need to train you," Izaya smirked, sitting at the foot of the bed and scrutinizing Shizuo's sprawled out form.

"Why the hell would you even help me? You hate me."

The accusation struck something in Izaya's heart, but like always he played it off as nothing. "Shinra pointed out an extremely interesting point to helping you out, Shizu-chan! I own your life now. You will have to do everything I say until either you or I die."

"You bastard," Shizuo snarled.

"Bad, Shizu-chan!" the ravenette held up a little remote with two buttons on it. "I'll have to punish you~!" he sang before pressing the first button.

A strong volt of shocks ran through Shizuo's body, causing the man to convulse and shout in pain. The blonde trembled slightly when the electricity stopped coursing through him, unspoken curses transferred through a mean glare. "Y-You…"

"I'm surprised you didn't notice the shock collar, Shizu-chan~! I got a nice little one with a bell just for you~! The red really brings out the color of your eyes," the informant joked before his cell phone rang. Sighing irritably, the man slid the device open and read his most recent text.

<<Is Shizuo okay?>>

Of all people… Celty was the one to ruin his fun?

<<Shizu-chan is just fine~! He's having some obedience problems, though~>>

"Some people can be too nosy for their own good," Izaya sighed, tossing his phone onto the bed next to him before crawling forward to sit in between Shizuo's legs, both of which had the ankles bound and tied to the poles supporting the corners of the bed. "I'm sure we'll have some real good fun, Shizu-chan~! Provided you be a good boy, that is," Izaya chuckled, reaching into the drawer beside the bed for a ball gag in order to secure it in the blonde's mouth.

Unable to move much with the aftereffects of the shock collar, the bodyguard could only glare vehemently at the raven haired informant. "Oh, come now, Shizu-chan! If you yell, you'll disturb the others~!" and, of course, Izaya couldn't resist taking in the image of Ikebukuro's strongest chained to a bed with a shock collar and a ball gag stuffed in his mouth.

Izaya bit his lower lip when he felt his pants straining. Then his phone alerted him of another text, so he quickly picked it up and glanced at the screen.

<<Don't do anything to hurt him, Izaya! I'm on my way over there now>>

Red eyes rolled in amusement and annoyance.

<<Don't even bother, Celty-chan~! Shizu-chan's not in my house or at my office~! He's in a super-secret place only I know of~!>>

Of course it would be stupid to keep Shizuo in Izaya's house – anybody could find him easily, and the man would definitely not stand for Namie finding the brute in his house. So he brought the blonde to a love hotel, the owner owed him a "favor", thus Izaya was allowed to spend the night there. "Well, I've got a job to get to, so I'll see you later, Shizu-chan~!" he waved goodbye before leaving the room and shutting the door.

Shizuo hung his head, eyes screwed shut as he cursed his own fate. The silence only served to bring him more shame. How could he have let his guard down to actually let Izaya tie him up and gag him? How could he have not noticed?! And now the ex-bartender would have to find an escape plan… yeah, that's it! Once his strength returned, he would tug on the restraints and break free! He'd be able to go back to his normal life in no time and he'd have more reason to fuel his rage to kill Izaya!

The TV screen flashed on and Shizuo growled lowly (and quite ineffectively) when he saw Izaya's grinning face. In the background were the tops of other buildings, a familiar view. The blonde realized it was the view from Izaya's office! If the flea got there that fast, it meant Shizuo was in Shinjuku… dammit, he might even get lost when he broke free of this place…

"I forgot to tell you, Shizu-chan! I pressed the second button on this little remote here," the ravenette waved the cursed remote in the air. "So if you give a too hard tug on the handcuffs, you'll get shocked~! So don't even think about escaping," he chuckled. "And I'll be watching you, so don't try anything funny or I'll shock you again. And I really don't want to do that," the man pouted cutely. "I want my lil Shizu-chan to be safe and unharmed when I get back, okay~?"

Unable to say anything, the blonde flipped up his middle finger and glared at the TV screen.

"Aww, love you too, Shizu-chan~!" the informant waved before the screen went blank again.
But in the back of his mind, Shizuo was aware that the little camera thing on top of the TV allowed Izaya to watch him. So he didn't cry – he didn't let the tears prickling behind his eyes out. No way in hell would he let the damn louse see his weakness. There was no way he'd let the flea see him weep.

Yet an impending sense of doom washed over the blonde. There was no way out, was there? Shizuo gritted his teeth, curling his hands into fists. Eyes flitting with determination and anger, Shizuo decided enough was enough. He wasn't going to let the damn flea get away with this.
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Izaya smiled cruelly at the look of dejection and utter loss on Shizuo's face. But still, a feeling of guilt tugged on his heart. He was a sadist, but he didn't want to see his loved one like this. The raven haired man chuckled softly when anger flashed across the brute's face, but he had to switch to another window when Namie came into the office.

"You're early," the woman noted, speaking in a cautious manner.

"It tends to happen. But don't get used to it," the informant gave a fake smile to his secretary before going to his email and looking through the dozens of requests. One came from Shiki.

One of my lower guys stole some of my merchandise. It's another gun. He fled to Ikebukuro. Get it back.

Short and to the point, just like Shiki. But anyway, the man really had a talent for losing guns. Izaya looked at the picture attachment and locked the image into his head before logging out and snatching his jacket up as he stood. "I'm on my way out now, Namie-chan~! Make sure to have all the paperwork when I get back~! Oh, but I might not come back, so lock up if I'm not back when you get done," the informant called as he left his office. His eyes flashed mischievously as he fit his arms into the sleeves of his favorite jacket.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he jumped a little when his fingers brushed across something soft. He relaxed when he remembered Tsukishima's scarf and smiled, stroking the red and white cloth. Izaya chuckled to himself before looking ahead.
It was time to get some work done.
XDDD Okey dokey, I stopped lazing around and finally posted up the 'first' chapter of this story (that will be updated weekly on fanfiction.net and here on DA.... once I get the chappies on DA caught up with the ones on fanfiction.net =.= ) Well, please leave a little review below, tell me what you think~! I also love when people point out loopholes and grammatical errors (that haven't been made on purpose) ^^

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areka321's avatar
Hope you continue writing this fan fiction, it’s really favourable! <3