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Summary: Meeting in prison au

Warning: Angst, Psychological, Not a happy ending (open-ended kinda)

It was a mistake.

He had not meant to do it.

Why had he not stopped?

When all that had been in his mind was 'kill,kill,kill', he had ignored the screams and pleas of help. Instead, his impulse had been to keep hitting the bloodied face below. Even when the man had gone motionless, and even when the only other noise that registered his chaotic mind was the gurgling sound of the man choking on his own blood, he did not stop.

He kept going, his anger dominating any reason. And even now, as he walked through the halls of the prison with the guards—because two guards were not enough to handle a monster— he could not understand how he had not stopped.

If he had thought he was a monster before, then what did that make him now?

Yet, he had not been met with anger. He recalled the chants of justice from outside the court house, that he had done the right thing. That the man had it coming for hurting the person he cared for the most, the person everyone knew and loved dearly.

But Kasuka would live. He would probably be bed ridden for a while, but he would live and recover fully. And he wouldn't be there.

All because he didn't stop

His cell reminded him of his old apartment; small, cold, and furnished with only the essentials. A bunk bed filled with what could barely pass as a mattress, sink and toilet just across from the bed, and in between a small desk against the dirty wall.

"Hmm~" with a hum, the figure he had not seen when he had first walked in, caught his attention. Striking ruby eyes that seemed to glow in the dim lighted room, were the only thing he could make out from atop the bunk bed.

The male leaned forward from where he laid, his features becoming clear now that the range of the light bulb was close enough to illuminate what he had not been able to see before. The other smiled at him; his Cheshire smile causing him to shiver in what he was sure was alarm.

This guy was not trustworthy.

"So you are the infamous Shizuo. Can't say I expected you to look like this," he said with a chuckle. "If anything, I expected you to be much bigger and not so handsome."

The wink the brunette gives him, only makes Shizuo cringe. He had not expected for those in prison to know who he was, but than again he didn't know much about prison. All he did know was trivial and cinematic.

He held no fear. He knew that no one here would be a match, and if anyone was, then he wouldn't really mind dying by their hands. He deserved it.

"You're so quiet. Are you perhaps scared?" the other questioned him, all the while still smiling like some sort of maniac—which with their current location, it wouldn't be a surprise if he was.

"Not to worry Shizu-chan," the brunette practically sings, climbing off the top bunk with little effort. The hairs in the back of Shizuo's neck bristle, not only from the way the other sing-songs his name—or the way he decides to mock it—but also from the way he begins to circle around him. As if assessing his worth or like a predator about to pounce his prey, the shorter male gets into his personal space; intrusive and without fear of Shizuo's strength.

A finger begins to trail his back, lightly sweeping across his shoulder blades and forearm, until the shorter male was in front of him. Gazing up at him with clear mischief, those impossibly bright ruby red eyes looking at him as his head tilts. Almost coyly, his smile becomes docile and eyes slant in a way that would have captivated him if it wasn't for the alarms going of his head. Instinct telling him that the brunette was dangerous.

That if anyone would be his match, this was the guy.

"If you're as strong as the rumor says, then no one will be able to hurt you."

The light laugh that escapes those lips, was anything but comforting, causing Shizuo to clench his hands into fists and nostrils to flare as his anger begins to surface.

"Don't touch me," he clips, grabbing the wandering hand so tightly he thought that perhaps he had broken it. But the other doesn't even flinch, just smiles broadly.

"Ahh~ so you are strong. My name is Izaya Orihara by the way."

Shizuo doesn't care enough to respond, instead he lets go of Izaya's wrist and makes his way to the bottom bed. He's aware of the other male gaze on him, and it's oddly unnerving. Shizuo isn't sure why— Izaya was small and thin; skin so pale that it made him look almost sickly, but every cell in his being felt alert.

Izaya Orihara, the name itself made Shizuo's insides to churn in disgust.

Shizuo doesn't even make it a two days before he was sentenced to solicitude confinement for two weeks—and that's only if he doesn't cause any more trouble, which was apparently possible.

But he knows. He knows that the only reason he was attacked, causing him to lose his temper, was because of his cell mate. It's obvious in the way the other had been there, observing from a clear distance, with that infuriating smile.

It takes about eight or more guards to stop his rampage, but even as they hold him, he snarls. Cursing the brunette who tells him he will miss him while he was away.

At least no one else would try to fight him, but Shizuo can't wait to get back to his cell. Not because he hated his "new" cell, which was even smaller and colder, but because he wanted to get his hands on that flea—which would land him back to this place, but he didn't mind; it was better than sharing a cell with that asshole. He knew that other would be trouble, and he just wanted to put him in his place, but there was that feeling that made him wonder if it would be possible.

Izaya was sneaky and probably manipulative—how else was he able to get that lanky guy to think he had a chance against Shizuo?

So by the time he was allowed to go back to his shared cell, he was still doubtful in how he was going to get the brunette back. Not that it really mattered, the moment he stepped inside the cell he felt any rational side of him snap.

Izaya was perched in the exact same way he had found him when he first came to the prison; with that skin crawling smile.

Growling lowly, he stalked his way over to where Izaya was, ready to grab the now dangling leg and hopefully break it in the process. But once he was in front of the bed, the other pounces. The impact causing Shizuo to lose his balance and to fall on his back, Izaya on top of him.

"Now, now Shizu-chan, that's not the way to greet someone," Izaya mockingly chastised him, straddling him. One hand on his chest, while the other holds some sort of made shift shank against his throat. His eyes glow in excitement.

"So how was it? I've never been to one of those types of cells-"

"Shut the fuck up flea."

Izaya's eyes widen, the hand on Shizuo's chest going to his own and clutching it with such dramatic flare it has the blond wanting to choke him. And he would have, if it wasn't for the position the other had him. Any type of movement, and the shank against his neck would pierce his skin, and knowing Izaya, he would proceed to stab it fully. It was enough to hold him back.

He was fine with death, Shizuo knew he deserved it, but there was no way in hell that it would be by the hands of the brunette above him.

"You wound me, Shizu-chan. I'm sure you could have come up with a better pet-name," Izaya pouts at him, only to smile almost softly at him. His face changes so often and drastically, it has Shizuo confused.

Not that it makes him any less dangerous, if anything it makes him even more threatening, but it was odd.

"But I guess I deserve it. It's quite surprising that you knew it was me, but don't worry I wont do it again."

Izaya keeps his promise.

Two months into his sentence, and no one tries to get close too him. And he was not sure if that had anything to do with what he had done last time or if it was Izaya's doing, but it doesn't quell any uneasiness he feels whenever he was with Izaya.

The brunette still keeps being the same way since they had first met. His personality shifting from incredibly creepy, to almost innocent. And it's in that second month that he notices, that much like himself, no one dares to get close to Izaya.

There was even a moment where he wonders why, but he doesn't pursue it. Nor does he even really care. It's just a passing thought, that leaves his mind the moment the guard comes to their cell and tell Shizuo he has a visitor.

When he sees Tom on the other side of the glass, he finally smiles in a way he hasn't since the day he killed that man.

"How are you?" was the first thing Tom asks him, and he shrugs because he wasn't sure how answer that. So instead he answers him by asking about the one person he really wants to know about.

"How's Kasuka?"

"He's fine," Tom begins, shifting the telephone in a more comfortable position against his ear, before he continues. "The doctor says he might be able to start his rehabilitation in a month or so."

The news causes a warmth in his heart to spread; he was glad that Kasuka was getting better. He could still remember the shattering feeling when he had been told that his little brother was in critical condition when he had been attacked. But his brother had always been strong; both mentally and physically—though not in the same way as Shizuo.

"He misses you, and always asks about how you are doing."

"Really?" he croaks, his throat feeling dry and tight. Feeling his eyes water, he looks away from Tom.

"Shizuo, I want you to know… That we know what happened wasn't intentional. You had lost it and—"

"I was lucid enough. I understood that he was telling me to stop… and I could have of if… if" he swallows thickly, looking at his fist and hating himself for being so disgusting.

"How is everyone else?" he asked instead. Tom looks at him sadly, but understand and proceeds to tell him how Celty and Shinra finally got hitched.

He was emotionally drained by the time Tom's visitation was over, that once he makes it back to his cell, he's unable to feel anything. As if he's able to smell the change in Shizuo, Izaya was on him.

"What's wrong Shizu-chan? Did your girlfriend dump you? Had enough of waiting for the bad boy in prison, and instead found someone who can take care of her."

His rant fall on deaf ears, as Shizuo lets the other assume whatever the hell he wants. He was so preoccupied in ignoring Izaya, that he misses the way the other maneuvers them to the bed, having Shizuo lay down and straddling him in the process.

"Shizu-chan," the whisper was sinfully appealing, it caught his attention enough to make him look straight into the other's gaze. His captivating eyes were distracting and soft touch electric, causing a pleasant shiver to run through him.

It felt good.

"I can help you forget."

And Shizuo lets him.

Izaya's touch and taste were an addiction; a helpful solution to keep his mind occupied as well as quiet Izaya down— noises had to be kept minimal if they didn't want to get caught.

Not that he didn't regret it. Every time they were done, he would be reminded of how dangerous Izaya was. The other understood him too well; knowing exactly when Shizuo was being haunted for what he had done and distracting him.

He wasn't sure when it started, but soon he was the one starting everything. And that's when Izaya pulled away, starving him until his nightmares came back and he was begging them gone.

"Shizu-chan," he would say, his voice sickeningly sweet.

"Want me to help you forget."

Shizuo would close his eyes, and would once again let it happen. Izaya would consume him, his sweet deceitful moans attract him, until he was strung out.

Wrapped around the finger of the other, knowing that he was done for.

In the end he knew, Izaya had won.

Another tumblr ask. I'm officially putting this whole one-shots as complete. Find me at tumblr as Kagami-and-Taiga or Ao3 as Kathysweet. (please do tell me if you find any mistakes or just comment :) ). thanks to everyone who reads/comments/favorites.