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It was an ordinary night.
Or so he thought.
It was nothing new, really.
He made coffee, drank it, then made more coffee, then most importantly, he worked and worked.
And worked.
He lightly drummed his fingers on his desk, in deep thought.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He needed a little break. A nice walk should do it, he thought.
He needed to clear out his mind.
He walked out the door, not knowing where he was headed to so he just walked and walked until he notice he made it to Ikebukuro.
It was dark out, the city lights were the only source of light. Ikebukuro never slept after all.
He heard light footsteps behind him. He started to panic a little.
Or was it just him being paranoid?
He didn't want to look behind him immediately. Maybe it was just someone taking the same path as him.
'Yeah, It's probably nothing.' He thought to himself, in attempt to calm down.
He started to fiddle with his knife in his pocket.
The steps were getting closer and closer and his heart was beating faster and faster.
He took a quick turn into an dead end alleyway and quickly turned around.
He took out his knife and pointed it toward the man.
"Why are you following me?"
Ba dump. Ba dump. Ba dump.
"The infamous informant of Shinjuku! It's really you!"
"Ah, I'm flattered! Have we met?"
A smirk rose on the mans face, "I believe we did. A bit recently actually."
He still couldn't remember the man. Well, who would remember all of their clients anyway?
"You sold us out." The man said.
Us?
Other men came behind the man. He guessed they were a gang.
"You sold our information to the Awakusu. They killed half of our gang. We are the only ones left."
He laughed, "And? Not like I care."
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"I'm sure you will care,"
The man signaled the other men to Izaya. They ran to Izaya, quickly to not let Izaya escape, and pushed him against the wall, pinning him down.
His pocket knife was knocked to the ground, forgotten.
"You toyed with us, Mr. Informant. Now it's time we toy with you." They laughed.
His eyes widened as they started to pick at his clothes.
"Stop!"
They didn't listen.
"Leave me alone!"
It's was no use.
He yelled and yelled.
And yelled.
And yelled....
And no one heard him.
So he gave up.
He stayed there numb as they forcefully entered him.
It was like they were fucking a doll, except this doll shedded tears.
. . .
They finally left, after what seemed like hours.
He sat there, numb, shivering as the air blew on his skin.
He didn't want to get up. He wanted to just rot there, covered in disgusting semen-
But he managed to force himself to get up with the support of the wall.
The pain was unbearable. His legs ached at every step he took. And the bruises scattered around his body as well.
He was sure he looked like a zombie as he walked.
He was glad that not many people were around to see him in this weak state. Those that did see him only stared at him.
Who wouldn't? He just got raped for fucks sake.
At this point, his body started to move on its own. He didn't even know where he was headed to.
Then he entered an elevator.
He finally, what seemed to be eternity, made it to where his body took him to.
His vision was getting hazy. He knew he was going to pass out in any minute.
He knocked on the door with barely any force, but still loud enough for someone to hear.
He finally let himself give in. His knees dropped to the floor, his head hits the door, making a loud thud.
The person behind the door heard the noise, thinking it was a knock.
He walked over to the door, expecting someone else, but instead he found an informant slumped on the floor, slowly breathing.
He would've been mistaken as a corpse if he hadn't been breathing.
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pain...
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