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Shizaya

Warning: It's hella long, it has borderline dub-con elements, knifeplay, and light BDSM. It's also made by a blushing teenager who can't write smut without blushing every sentence--

Special thanks again to the awesome-sauce MrItachi8myramen for story suggestions, editing, error-checking and everything else :33

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The first thing I noticed was the cloth of black around my eyes disabling my eyesight, much like the tinted dark blue shades I wore around all the time.

Instead of panic, I first felt irritation.

I've always hated the color black. For one, it feels constricting to be surrounded by it much like I am now, and though it might make other people feel bleak or desolate, all I felt was this exasperation, like an itch that won't go away similar to the short-tempered violence of my body as it moves on its own. And at the back of my mind I'd hear a snicker from the familiar voice that I wanted so badly to scream in pain, the voice that clearly mocked me...

The color black reminds me of Orihara Izaya.

The next thing I noticed as I arose from my unconsciousness was the intense miasma of iron. The smell reminded me of the run-down apartments, unkempt buildings that housed several customers hiding away but nevertheless Tom had managed to collect debts from thanks to the reputation of yours truly.

..."Strongest man in Ikebukuro", huh. It's not like I wanted to have this immense power in the first place – no, actually, I'd go so far as to say I hate violence. And yet the common men of Ikebukuro even dare give me one of their lousy nicknames – they sure as hell know nothing.

I'm sure they don't know why I'm here right now either, because I don't know why myself. What I do know, now that I can hear the muffled city noises of Ikebukuro, is that I'm most likely in a room still somewhere in the city.

And only then did I feel my stomach clench in alarm and perturbation, as I tasted the very source of the iron smell from before in my own bloody tongue.

When I finally managed enough strength to lift up my body from wherever it was I was lying on, the numbness spreading about my body dissolved to nothing, and I felt the coolness of shackles shut tight around my wrists and ankles.

"Oh my. Shizu-chan, you're awake."

I immediately recognized the voice and just about growled at the nickname reflexively. "I-za-ya...!" My anger boiled over immediately and I broke free from the restraints and pulled off the blindfold and grabbed his collar and— eh?

Eh? I can't move.... The metal restraints were surprisingly extremely resilient, even against my own strength.

"Heeh, looks it's the real deal, huh~" Izaya chimed ominously. "I guess even someone like Shizu-chan would be affected by something like that..."

"What the hell did you do?!" I tried again, pulling on the restraints more aggressively and felt them loosen the slightest bit, but it was still not enough to free my limbs. It was frustratingly difficult to move when all my nerves were tingling, and the fact that I couldn't see anything was making me panic by the second. "Don't fuck with me, I'll kill you!"

"Hey, Shizu-chan," His voice drew closer and closer until I could feel his breath touch my ear. I shivered as his voice grew sultry and quiet, "won't you play with me for a bit?" he whispered, sliding his palm along my chest sensually.

The odd sense of foreboding from before turned into nausea as I caught on – I was about to be violated by the man I hated the most and the last person I would rather prefer to be the perpetrator.