The man grinned down at the limp, bloody and naked form that was laying on the ground, in front of him with his back facing him. The pedophile was amazed with his 'art' that he created with this young 15 year old, raven haired Rajin high school student. The Alley was silent and almost pitch black, only bright enough for the other man to see the young boy he just abused sexually and physically; and even mentally.

As the wind blew past both the standing man and dying teenager, the older man grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. Grabbing the young boy's hair and pulling him deeper in the alleyway with one hand, he held the boys cloths with him in the other hand.

Still grinning, he caught glimpse of a dumpster deeper into the alleyway that appeared to have a dead end. Feeling defiantly caught up in the moment the man let go of the boy's hair and walked over to a stool that was sitting outside that looked like it could break with any touch and dragged it over to the giant dumpster. After he put the stool in front of the dumpster the man looked over at the unconscious, and possibly dead boy, and sighed.

"You know, You really shouldn't be out here like this." The man laughed like a mad man and grabbed the boy, flinging him over his shoulder. He walked back over to the stool and stood on it as it started to crack slightly. He grinned one more time before throwing the boy and his clothes into the dumpster roughly just as the stool broke and the man fell over. Sighing happily as the top of the dumpster shut with a slam he walked out of the alleyway as if nothing at all had happened, leaving the boy for dead.

Three day's earlier…

A young boy, by the name of Orihara Izaya, lived not so normally as he might make out to be. Well, other then his Abusive mother, drunk father, and his little sisters who don't do anything to stop their parents from abusing the boy further, had a exceptionally normal life. He went to school, had a couple of friends who cared deeply for him and then there was Heiwajima Shizuo who wasn't his friend at all but was Shinra and Kadota's, or as Izaya liked to call him Dotachin's, friend so they'd always had to hang around each other; Though they still liked to try and kill each other. His family was rich and he went to Rajin Private High School, What more could you ask for with a life like that? Maybe parents that actually cared for your well-being.

As Izaya woke up on May 27th, he smiled brightly, though winced at the new bruises and cuts all over his body from his parents beating him the night prior. They were careful not to do anything to his face though, so no one would get suspicious of how he got them. Sighing, and trying not to open the small cuts that already had healed up again, he yawned, stretched and sat up in his bed.

His room was small, and it could only fit a bed and dresser in it, leaving only so much walking space in it. He knew that when he moved into this house he'd get the smallest room in the house that'd be better for Mairu or Kururi, but of course it was his punishment for doing…Well, nothing. And to be honest, the room didn't look like it was in the best shape either. It looked like there had been a fire in the room and no one decided to re-due the walls, floor, or anything really. Even the window was cracked open and no one decided to fix it.

Izaya shivered as the morning breeze blew into his room, cooling the whole place down about fifty percent. Taking a deep breath, he threw the blanket off of him and walked over to his dresser in only a pair of boxers. He opened up the dresser door and took out what he usually wore to school, plus a scarf to put around his neck to hide the hand shaped bruises on it and put it on, loving that he was finally a little warmer. Looking over at the time, he quickly grabbed his backpack and ran out the door. He was going to be late~!

Even though it hurt, Izaya ran and ran from his house to get to school on time; Though he wouldn't be able to get there on time, sooner it better then later.

As Shinra sat down in his desk beside Shizuo, he looked over at the empty desk right beside him. Izaya wasn't there. It was weird because Izaya always got there earlier then everyone else, he'd always be sitting in his desk before people even started to walk into class. Shinra raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked over at Shizuo, who hadn't seemed to have even noticed Izaya wasn't there even though the bell rang about ten minutes ago, and over at Kadota who had seemed to notice.

Shinra sighed and looked around the giant white classroom one more time. Not seeing the raven haired boy anywhere, he spoke up in a whisper to Shizuo and Kadota. "Hey; You two seen Izaya? He isn't here yet."

Kadota shrugged, "Maybe he's just late-"

"Or maybe he got murdered and thrown in a dumpster~!" Shizuo said and grinned, He'd like that. "That'd be nice."

Shinra shook his head, and as if on cue, Izaya walked into the class limping and out of breath. Not paying any attention to any of the staring students in the classroom, he limped over to his desk, dropping his backpack beside it and slid into his seat. He leaned back and stared up at the board, trying his best to make his breathing slow down from all that running.

Shizuo, Kadota and Shinra looked at each other with confused and shoked expressions and then back at Izaya who had seemed to have fallen asleep, using his arm as a pillow.