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PROMPT: Someone makes Izaya a bitch, literally. Very noncon. I'm going to hell.

They lock his hands in paw-like mitts, lock his legs in braces so he can't stand upright, (shock)collar him, ball-gag him, and stick a tail-like butt plug/vibrator up his ass. They treat him like dog, even strapping him down to a breeding bench and getting another dog to fuck him.


For Russia Sushi updaters:
The Pairing is OC/Izaya … for now lol.

This fic will have bestiality, humiliation, dehumanization and sex torture, genitalia torture amongst other things. You've been warned. Thank you for reading ♥

To Tame a Bitch 53/?


What was that feeling?

As if a lightning bolt had hit him and a strong course of electricity had juggled his brain, Roppi blinked his eyes as he stared at the man.

No, a dog.

No…a man.

He knew this man.

No, wait…since when..was he…a…dog? A female? A...???

Before Roppi could fully awaken from her hypnotic slumber, her master caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. A slight touch, but it was enough for Roppi to focus her attention on her loving master. She glanced back at the dog before him, but her eyes were clouded once more. She had already lost interest in her inner turmoil where she had once confused the dog for a man and a few moments of her own self reflection where she called herself a ‘he’. She settled in for a snuggle.

Shiki-san’s dog also looked uninterested at the female pup and laid his head on his master’s lap, letting out a sigh before closing his eyes and promptly going to sleep. His master scratched behind his ears and pet his blond hair, and the dog seemed content with that alone.

“Shizuo? You mean…‘the’ Shizuo?” her master frowned.

“Yes. It took awhile to tame him but we figured, if we were able to tame this monster, surely it would display our…skills.”

“Well.. I don’t dispute that at all, of course. But…the name.” Her master frowned behind his own plain mask. “You kept the same name.”

“Ah yes. You are to change their names, I believe? Take away their names, their past, their humanity, even their gender if need be, rebuild them from ground up — quite a grilling procedure I must admit. We have thought of naming him “Tsukishima,” like a poor lost puppy at the Tsukishima train station, but…” Shiki smirked darkly. “It wouldn’t have the same effect that the name ‘Heiwajima Shizuo’ brings to the client’s ears.”

“Is that why he’s also fully dressed?” her master also pointed out. “Specifically in his older clothes.” The dog named Shizuo was indeed still wearing the bartender clothes that he was known for as a human. “I’m curious as to how you were able to even train him into a dog with his full humanity intact.”

“Well, our training menu is a secret of course, as each artisan tends to guard their secret recipe. But do you want to see the results?” Then Shiki waved his hand as if it were an afterthought. ”We don’t mind a short sample performance. In fact, I think I insist.”

“Oh? And what kind of sample?” Roppi’s master asked dubiously.

“Why it’s rather simple.” Shiki smirked as he looked down the ledge where the glamourous show was still ongoing in the glitzy spotlight. There were flashy numbers displayed at the top that fell and rose as the gambling continued. There were a few cheers and groans, depending on the result. It looked as if the male dog with a vibrating dildo up in her cunt had finished fucking the hell out of the other female dog that was strapped to a breeding table. There was a buzzer as some cheered even more. Suddenly, dog handlers appeared on stage and yanked on the leashes as the dogs yelped. It looked as if the dog that was topping had lost as he was strapped to the breeding table next while another handler took away the castrated dog that was once on it. The male dog whimpered at first, which turned into a full scream as a large tiger came on stage and mounted him. Roppi had no idea what the humans were betting nor did he really care. Right now his master was giving him the longest petting he had ever had and he didn’t want anything to ruin it.

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“Why don’t we have our pets displayed on the main stage? We’d make quite a show, don't you think? Much better than those baser beasts.”

Roppi’s master’s eyes narrowed under his plain white mask.

“My pet isn’t a showdog.”

“Ah no. I can see that. A private pet. I believe he is your first one, hmm? I’ve heard several club members bustle with gossip all day.”

“‘She,’” he corrected the yakuza of Roppi’s proper pronoun. “And yes. I’ve trained many but this one isn’t for sale or show.”

“Everyone’s talking about it. It’s the biggest talk on the floor, wondering what makes that one so ‘special.’” Shiki dragged the last word teasingly as he leaned back. “But you and I both know why. He… that is, ‘she’, once was a notorious and prolific man himself. Though many in Shinjuku may not know of him, he was quite the popular one in Ikebukuro. And ‘I’...” Shiki gracefully petted Shizuo’s blond hair. “I have the other half of the set. The explosive Guard dog of Ikebukuro.” Shiki gave him a sly smirk. “Won’t you want to silence all these hypocrites here and show what truly makes a ‘dog’ a ‘dog’?”

Roppi’s master remained unamused by such provocation.

“Again, Roppi isn’t a show dog. I have no interest in slamming down gossip or ludicrous judgement. He is mine and for my personal use.”

“They are saying you’ve lost the ‘touch,’ you know.” Shiki swirled his scotch before taking a sip. “Or that you’ve hit a ‘block’. Your artistry lost its once creative and innovative touch.”

“Nonsense.” Roppi’s master scoffed but his pet could feel a twitch of his fingertips as he continued to pet him.

“Besides…” Shiki lowered his glass to the table and folded his hands. He leaned over to whisper, “Don’t you want to see? When the fighting duo meets once more? Not as humans…. but as ‘dogs’?”

Roppi clearly did not understand any of the conversation. Nor why her master seemed so interested in having them ‘meet’. What did this ‘meeting’ mean anyway? They’d just met. Besides, she shouldn’t be understanding any of this anyway. She was a dog… and no more. It was as if the meeting with this Shiki and this dog named Shizuo had suddenly popped a bubble in her ears and she could understand the human language once more. But already the blanket was being laid thickly over her brain to go back to being who she truly was. A dog.

Not caring anymore, Roppi rolled onto her back now and curled up, trying to get some good naps.

“....Perhaps.” She thought she heard her master say. “Just once.”

Yawning, Roppi drifted to sleep.


To Tame a Bitch 55/?



“Don’t worry about the numbers,” Roppi’s master was telling her. “You’re a natural. You’ll be fine.”

Roppi whimpered as someone else held her leash. She was being prepared to go on stage next. The shows were pre-booked, but once her master decided to join, the club cleared a slot just for her and this other dog named ‘Heiwajima Shizuo’ immediately. There was a huge buzz, excitement practically sizzled in the air.

Before her dog handler took her to the stage, her master kissed her forehead. Though nervous, that made Roppi giddy with happiness.

In the center of the stage was the breeding table. Roppi was used to it by now as she was strapped on with leather cuffs, holding her limbs tightly down while her ass was lifted into the air. Her heart started to pound hard. She wouldn’t be breeding with normal dogs or wolves this time, but with another dog.

A dog that stirred strange emotions within her.

She could hear the growl and the roar of the other dog as if he was a lion rather than a mere canine. There were two handlers dragging the dog in the bartender suit, the two thick leather leashes tight and taut. When the dog named Shizuo was brought closer to the breeding table where Roppi was securely held down, the dog suddenly let out a feral cry, startling his handlers.

Then Roppi saw the handlers scream as they flew through the air and Shizuo grabbed the leashes by his teeth and twirled them in the air as if they were toys in a sling. The ecstatic crowd cheered as the score board hung above started to flip up numbers astronomically. Roppi had no idea what the bet was about or how they were keeping points.

After his handlers were crushed against the far wall of the dome-like stadium,Shizuo shook his head to loosen up the leashes and let them fall. Already Roppi could feel the intensity of this monster like no other animals before him. And he wasn’t a ‘dog’. This one was truly… a ‘monster’ in every sense of the word.

With a low growl, the ‘monster’ Shizuo started to circle forward to glare at Roppi and growl. It wasn’t just merely displaying dominance. It was more like a predator circling his prey.

Something strange started to stir inside Roppi as she stared at those golden amber eyes.

She… knew those eyes.

And she knew… no, she had experienced this intensity before. This prickling sensation of her skin as danger approached like a wild tornado. The sensation of running from this natural disaster and flirting with death itself….

She knew this.

He knew this.

Roppi couldn’t help but try to shake off this enchantment but the spell was cast. Roppi couldn’t take her eyes off of this terrifying yet alluring monster. She was a domesticated dog but this monster was awakening something that was deeply buried inside her, like an instinct that Roppi didn’t know she had possessed before. And like wildfire, the ember inside her started to burn slowly but steadily, reviving the side of Roppi that no longer desired the safety of her master’s love and comfort but something more carnal and far more deadly.

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After they locked eyes for few seconds that felt like eternity for the two, Shizuo seemed to smirk in satisfaction. Roppi glared at him, puzzled, not understanding why this monster felt ‘satisfied’ when the dog that was strapped to a breeding table didn’t return a meek answer to his display of dominance. Most dogs would growl in return and try to establish superiority even further, but no. This dog seemed pleased to see that Roppi did not back down but instead returned a glare just as equally menacing despite being in a compromising position.

After displaying his awesome power, Shizuo circled back around and out of Roppi’s view. She swallowed, a bit nervous, trying to turn her head to see what he was doing even if she knew that it was impossible. Shizuo didn’t seem to care for the loud cheering crowd up in the balconies and turned up his nose at them. Instead he came to Roppi’s backside and started to sniff her asshole like a dog. She was lubed properly by her handlers before with sweet strawberry cream, the edible kind that apparently was Shizuo’s favorite. He licked her entrance mostly to taste the cream.

“Hnnnghhh!!!” Roppi tensed up as she felt a soft tongue lick her there. So it was starting…. She tried to relax but that was asking a lot. She had just seen what this monster could do! This monster could throw two large adults across the stadium with just a twirl of his neck! She didn’t get a good look at his cock as they were having a mini staring contest but it won’t matter. Whatever his size was, it was his ‘power’ that she would feel even more intimately, she figured.

After few licks, there was a sudden sharp pain as Shizuo bit her inner thigh as a test. She yelped and then hissed, trying to kick at the monster. But Shizuo continued to bit hard, teeth sinking in as Roppi gritted her teeth and shivered, waiting for everything to be over. By the time Shizuo removed his mouth, there were clean rows of teeth marks on the insides of Roppi’s white milky thighs. There was a chortle of laughter in the galley and Roppi glared up at them briefly in annoyance. The numbers were going up each time Shizuo did something and there were plenty of cheers and laughter going around to entertain these elites.

Shizuo then got on top of Izaya’s back, his hands on Izaya’s shoulders as he tried to line up his barely hard cock. He tried to push it in but kept missing, much to everyone’s amusement. There were waves of laughters as Shizuo frowned and looked down as he tried to line up and push. But his cock looked too soft…and the handlers who were to massage him were thrown against the wall. He looked even more frustrated as the entire stadium started laughing at his embarrassment. Even Shiki looked amused from his seat as he looked down on his pet from the far balcony, covered in a thick bulletproof glass. The only person who did not laugh was Roppi’s master. He looked disapprovingly at this whole disgraceful display since Shizuo showing embarrassment was too human-like to be a dog. A dog shouldn’t find this situation to be embarrassing after all.

Angrily, Shizuo growled as he leaned a bit lower to Roppi’s ass and lined himself up properly. He then bit the adjoining muscle between Roppi’s neck and shoulder as he swiftly shoved himself deeply inside her. Startled, she screamed at the sudden pain, her leather straps jerking as she tried to move away. The monster decided to bite even harder, not quite drawing blood but enough for Roppi to yelp and whimper, forcing her to stay still as Shizuo started to thrust and shove the rest of his cock deeper inside her warmth. And warm it must be since the monster’s teeth loosened enough to groan once part of his cock was sheathed inside.

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“Nnnngh….” Roppi too moaned softly as the thick cock started to fill her. In fact….Shizuo’s cock grew inside her! It hardened and swelled as the monster was starting to get turned on. That was when Roppi realized...exactly what kind of ‘monster’ this dog was. He kept growing bigger and bigger….almost as big as some of the knottings she’d had with other animals. She swallowed and shuddered, using her experience to try to relax and allow the monstrous cock to fill her to the brim with his thickness.

“Aaah… Aaahnnn…” Roppi couldn’t help but open her mouth to moan and drool as Shizuo continued to shove and thrust until the hilt of that rod was all the way in, and the tip of the monstrous cock brushed against the pit of her gut. She could feel her stomach stretch and the audience could clearly see the visible bump of the tip of Shizuo’s cock rubbing against her.

Once he had inched himself all the way in, Shizuo licked the shell of Roppi’s ear. Roppi shivered at the wet contact, finding that her ears were quite sensitive, which she had not known before… no dogs had licked her like that. And as Shizuo’s arms were wrapping around Roppi’s side for a good grip,....

“Hey, Izaya.”


Roppi blinked, her mouth still opened in half moans while she was getting ready to be fucked by this monster, she thought she heard…


Something akin to electricity coursed through her spine as her eyes widened. She shouldn’t be understanding this. She shouldn’t be responding to this. She shouldn’t be even knowing the meaning of that name…!

“Fucking shitty flea, can’t believe I have to do this to save your fucking ass. But I don’t have much time. If you understand, clench your shitty ass twice so I can feel it, you hear?”

Too stunned, Roppi froze completely in her position. No, she can’t...she couldn’t! She couldn’t let her master know that she could understand any…

“If you fucking want to get out of here, say yes or I’m just gonna fuck you like a beast right now and leave your dirty ass in this hellhole. So which is it?!” Shizuo hissed a bit harder as he bit the tip of Roppi’s ear, pretending not to talk.

Roppi yelped at the pain….her head… no ‘his’ head was a swirling mess. He wasn’t… he shouldn’t be ‘Izaya’. He should be ‘Roppi’. But for once, his heart throbbed faster and faster at the idea of hope. And with such an invisible signal, his master won’t figure out his betrayal, would he? This time, he could actually ‘escape’, right? This time, something told him it won’t ‘fail’ like it did with him trying to escape that fire blazing room. With Shizuo… and… Shiki here… That was Shiki wasn’t it? With both of them here, it felt like there was more than a mere chance. This was an opportunity with coordinated plans.

He hesitated for a split second. He knew how impatient Shizuo was and he knew he didn’t have much time to choose. It was as if the monster had forcefully slammed against his barrier and made a crack, just enough to stream down a ray of hope for the man who was once known as Izaya to cling onto. The man who had to hide himself deep inside the dog named Roppi to survive. A man who was barely alive, barely human, and barely sane.

Knowing the perils of disobeying his master, Roppi…., no ‘Izaya’, swallowed hard and clenched his ass... twice.

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To Tame a Bitch 58/?


“...Good flea.” Shizuo whispered before licking the ear tip he bit, almost in apology as to what was to come. Then he gripped onto Izaya’s side and pulled out….to shove it inside him with a powerful thrust.

“Hiyaaaahh!!” Izaya yelped as Shizuo slammed deeply inside him, he felt as if the cock had rearranged his organs inside. ‘This...damn...beast…’ He didn’t have to be that rough! If this was a rescue mission, couldn’t he just play along a bit and…

….But no. This monster seemed to have other plans as his grip around Izaya’s sides tightened painfully, enough to leave bruise marks later. Izaya cried out again as Shizuo pulled out only to thrust again, and again, and again. Shizuo started a steady rhythm at first, building it into a staccato and then the frenzied thrusts of a mad dog.

“Haaah! Aaah!! Aaah!!! Aaaaah!!!!!” Izaya’s screams grew louder and louder, yanking against the bindings as his ass burned with the friction of Shizuo’s gigantic cock as well as the monstrous size that forced his stomach to swell and expand to fit that size’s form. The audience started to cheer as the monster fucked the dog like the beast he was, the breeding table creaking and shaking against the force behind the Guard dog of Ikebukuro. The rough leather bit into Izaya’s wrists and ankles as he was bound down, his entire body shaking as if he was being punched again and again, the slapping sound of skin against skin loud even in the large stadium. There were plenty of naughty giggles and raunchy hooting as well as racy dirty comments from the gallery above as Izaya took a beating with his ass again and again. He gritted his teeth and forced back his tears, trying desperately to hold on. Was it fucking necessary to go this far?!

“Hiyaaaah!!!” Izaya screamed again as the wooden table creaked and finally broke apart under him. His chin fell hard against the floor, bruising him as the beam holding up his ass also broke under him. “Aaah!! Aaahnn!! Aaahhh!! Aaaaah!! Aaaaaah!!!” Izaya started to scream more and more, sounding more human than a dog in heat as the monster pushed away the beams and grabbed his hips to continue his rough breeding. Shizuo bit the other side of Izaya’s neck and sucked, leaving a possessive feral mark like a dog. The crowd continued to cheer as the points were racked up, and now Izaya was practically on Shizuo’s lap, bouncing with his fully hard cock sheathed inside him. His own penis with the diamond ring gleamed with squirts of precum, his cock also swollen hard and ready to burst. Izaya leaned back and cried out as Shizuo bounced him in his lap, using the gravity to his advantage to fuck his ass rough and hard while giving the audience a good view of Izaya’s body as well as his proud ownership diamond ring.

Then as if he was coming to a finale, Shizuo growled and roughly threw Izaya to the floor. He mounted him again, this time holding him down so Izaya couldn’t get away even without the breeding table, and started to rapidly thrust as if he was possessed by an insatiable hunger.

“Haaah!! Aaahhh!!” Haaaaahh!!!” Aaaaahnnn!!” Izaya’s mind was blanking out as Shizuo continued to slam in again and again. His toes curled as he struggled to push the monster out of him without any avail. He screamed, unable to use the human language to tell him to stop. Instead he arched his back and tried his best to free himself. But Shizuo was much stronger as he used his weight to hold him down and fucked him in a way that looked like it was against Izaya’s will, like two dogs in heat in what looked like a fight for dominance to the audience cheering for them.

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Finally there was a victorious groan as they both came simultaneously, Izaya’s ass tightening reflexively at the rough orgasm as he milked Shizuo’s cock dry. The monster too slowed his pace as he made sure that ass sucked in his cock until he couldn’t come anymore, both of them covered in sweat and shivering hard at the intensity of their session.

As if he delivered his promise, Shizuo had surely ridden him like an animal that the audience wanted. Izaya could feel his mind blanking out as that monstrous cock finally pulled out of his ass so he could be given his well deserved rest and peace.


Roppi blinked as he heard a crash. He groaned as he rolled over and…

...he woke up to one of the handlers screaming before crashing against a wall.

W-what was going on?

Roppi’s eyes widened as a man stood in front of the handler and shook him to make sure he was alive but conscious. The man in the bartender vest. He seemed to be taking care of the security guards in the room.

...wait no. This was a dog wasn’t it? The dog that fucked him?

She blinked again. Wait… him? Wasn’t ….

She was confused. When was she a… ‘he’?

“Get up flea.” The blond monster barked at her. “We gotta get out of here before the others find out.”

Roppi blinked. He looked around to confirm that they were in the dressing room. This…. dog had knocked out all the handlers that were supposed to be guarding the room and dress them to be taken back to their masters. She just woke up from that crazy sex and was a bit disoriented. She blinked and shook her head, trying to remember….

...then it hit her.

….no, it hit ‘him’.

This ‘monster’ had called him ‘Izaya’. And it was as if someone had sledgehammered the eggshell and forced open the wall he had created to protect himself. Except the part that was Roppi was mingling with the part that was Izaya and they were both utterly confused.

“Where was it, ugh… That damn Awakusu guy told me one of these lockers had it… What was the damn number again?”

Roppi and Izaya sat there and watched, stunned, as the monster that had been Izaya’s arch nemesis continued to scratch his head in frustration. Eventually, the blond gave up and started to rip into each one of the safes until he finally found it. They winced at the loud crunching noise of the bending steel. Surely that would alert the guards! But no one came into the room yet.

“Ah, here it is. Here, this is yours.” Shizuo tossed something black to Roppi and Izaya’s way. They stared in confusion as Shizuo ripped open his parcel and started to get dressed into his pants and shirt.

They stared down at the parcel that Shizuo had tossed them. But dogs couldn’t use their hands to open packages. Izaya was human but….Roppi still controlled his motor skills.

They tried biting at the edges while holding it down with their paws. But the plastic was pretty tough to chew.

“What the hell are you doing flea?!” Shizuo sighed and bent down, ripping the parcel for them.

Roppi and Izaya stared at the black pants and black shirt. They weren’t the ones Izaya wore but… they were strikingly similar, bringing back a flood of memories.

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Memories of the neon lights of Ikebukuro and the streets that he used to run around. The alleyways he used to parkour in...the wind and the smell not unlike the ones a wolf would smell while running through their forest home, even though what met his senses were the smell of crime and the rancorous bile of the darkest parts of human hearts that he once loved to poke and tease. It was a scent of home that only someone as twisted as Orihara Izaya would have understood.

Izaya used his fingertips to lightly touch the edge of his shirt, the memories flooding his mind. But Roppi hesitated. Dogs didn’t have fingers. They didn’t brush the edges of the shirt. She should had been sniffing at the weird article of clothing she had never seen before. She shouldn’t have trusted such-.

“God dammit, do I have to dress you too? Now get up and get dressed flea!”

Again they were jerked back away from their thoughts roughly by this man who had forced his way into their hearts. Shizuo looked impatiently at them until he got them to sit on the bench. Shizuo grabbed the pants and shoved their legs through them.

Izaya’s mind was calm but the half of him that was Roppi was panicking. She shouldn’t be wearing this! Her master will be angry! She will be punished severely! She shouldn’t be…!

“Izaya! Stop dawdling, we don’t have much time before they come back for you. We have to get to the roof within thirty minutes!”

They looked at Shizuo’s frustrated eyes with confusion.

Thirty minutes? Why?

“Ugh…” Shizuo rolled his eyes and grabbed the shirt and pulled it over their head.

“Okay. Done. I get that you were crawling on your legs so maybe I’ll give you that you don’t know how to use your hands well, but why the fuck are you slow? Did they drug you?” Shizuo then sniffed at them as if he could sniff the scent of drugs on them. Which was silly. Why would their master drug them?

“Anyways, let’s go. Come on, get up.” Shizuo seized their arm and helped them up.

Roppi and Izaya both toppled to the ground.

Roppi still controlled their motor skills.

Roppi couldn’t move. Her master will be angry. She couldn’t walk on just her hind legs. She needed to use all four legs. Her master will be angry. She must use all her l…

“Izaya! Snap out of it!”

Shizuo slammed them against the locker, forcing them to yelp in pain.

“Izaya look at me dammit. Look at me!” Shizuo growled as he glared into their bewildered eyes.

“You’re not a dog. I don’t know what kind of hypnotic shit they gave you, but you’re NOT a DOG. Got it? Now talk!”

Their eyes widened. Somehow, even though Shizuo didn’t completely understand...and in fact was probably misunderstanding a lot, the monster at least instinctively knew that Izaya was being too quiet. Usually Izaya was a nonstop chatterbox.

But Roppi still held control of their motor skills. Roppi refused to speak. She could bark. She could bite. But she couldn’t…

“Dammit, Izaya, TALK! Call me shit! Say anything! What’s your name?!” Shizuo shouted fiercely as their eyes locked.

“....ah…” They tried to open their mouth to speak.

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But Roppi had the control of their motor skills. Izaya did not. Roppi refused to.

“C’mon. Say it. What’s your name? Say it!”

My name is Hachimenroppi. I’m my master’s dog. I can not talk because I am a dog.

“C’mon! Say it! Your name is Orihara Izaya! Say it!”

My name is Roppi. I’m my master’s dog. I can not talk because I am-.

“Orihara Izaya. You’re a goddamn good for nothing shittyass jerk who finds dirt on others for a fucking living but goddamn it, I fucking came here to get you out and I will get you out whether you like it or not! That Awakusu guy said they need you back and shit, the fucking town feels weird without you. To hell if I will go through the shit I had to go through to do what I had to get you out like today since I didn’t sign up for this but I’m NOT bringing back a fucking vegetable, got it?! I’m taking with me an asshole flea named Orihara Izaya so you better fucking say your name or I’m leaving your ass behind!”

And again when Shizuo said he would leave, something snapped inside.


Shizuo patiently waited as the raven stuttered.

“I’m… Ori….hara. I-Iz...ya.”

“Good.” Shizuo let out a huff as he let go of Izaya’s shirt. Izaya fell down to the floor, panting hard as if he had done something much more strenuous than speak his name. In fact, he had. He had somehow ripped his half of their combined persona from the curse of Hachimenroppi. The curse was still there, but the spell wasn’t as strong. Izaya could see clearly again and though his fingers were shaking, he somehow regained some control of his mobility.

But Hachimenroppi wasn’t too far behind. She was still screaming inside him, screaming at him to let her free. He tried to cage her but she was still on the surface, ready to take over his body at any given moment. She was like an undying ghost, a screaming haunting spirit, screeching like a raging banshee and he could still hear her screech echo inside him as he tried to tune her out.

“” Izaya forced himself to say more words. He needed to tune her out. He needed to…

“That redhead from Awakusu-kai, the one with the scar over his eye? He said we needed to be at the roof by midnight tonight. Shit, if we don’t make it there, they might leave without us.” Shizuo growled as he looked outside the door.

Shizuo had no idea what kind of impossible feat he had already accomplished. He was already acting as if it was normal to have Izaya back at his side.

But for Izaya, this was a miracle.

“Can’t….run,” Izaya tried again, crawling up near the door.

Hachimenroppi still had claims to his legs. He hadn't stood in so long, he couldn’t seem to do it. He was sure he still had the muscles. Surely it was all psychological, however he couldn’t just overcome the curse so easily.

“Yeah, I figured.” Shizuo shrugged it off. “We’ll be sneaking so, stay close by me.”

Strangely, Izaya felt comfort by holding onto the back of Shizuo’s black vest. It was something Orihara Izaya was familiar with, even if holding onto Shizuo’s clothing was as unfamiliar as it could be. They turned around the corner as Shizuo watched back and forth. Izaya followed, stumbling and leaning heavily against the wall. Izaya forced himself to half stand up and rip the control away from the screaming harpy inside him. Shizuo wasn’t carrying him and Izaya was alright with that.The blond was talking to him like a human, letting him walk like a human. It made Izaya feel more and more like a human, as if he was learning how to be human all over again.

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Shizuo motioned Izaya to stop and waited as they heard footsteps. Izaya leaned against the wall and tried to hold his breath. His heart was pounding rapidly. He could still hear the haunting banshee’s scream in his ears, crying at him to let her out. The walls were white, the ceilings unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar ceilings like the ones that grew familiar, like his master’s bedroom.

His master’s bedroom. There was a desk there. But his master preferred to sit on the bed with his laptop and newspapers. She loved to lay next to him and curl up, longing for a pet or a glance of attention. The sheets were pure white, the cushions soft. Her master would raise his hand when he wanted her to…

“Stay focused Izaya! Pull yourself together!”

Izaya blinked as Shizuo lightly slapped him across his cheeks. It stung but it did the job. His mind had somehow transported inwardly into the enchantment of the siren screaming to be released. ‘Pull yourself together’ indeed, Izaya chuckled to himself. Right now his mind and personalities were splitting if he didn’t stay focused.

“Okay, the coast is clear, let’s go.” Shizuo grabbed Izaya’s wrist and pulled him along. Again Izaya tried to focus on Shizuo’s back. He wasn’t used to seeing the blond’s back while being chased. But he remembered Shizuo’s blond hair and that familiar bartender suit. It was like a visual landmark for Izaya to come back to whenever his mind kept slipping and drifting away. Already he could hear her screaming and cursing in his head. He was seeing double visions, the reality of this hallway and strangely, his home. No, ‘her’ home. Her master’s room with the small kitchen she had set fire to, the living room and the bath and the bedroom. With the bunny maids and the large video camera they shouldered. The food bowl…. the breeding table.

Izaya blinked again. He had to snap out of this. His mind was lucid. It was as if he was uncomfortable and wanted to slip into something familiar. And unfortunately, what was ‘most’ familiar to him right now was that haunting dreadful suite that he had been forced to live in for god knew how long?!

“S...Shizu...chan?” Izaya asked.

“Yeah?” Shizuo turned around to look at Izaya while he waited for another footstep across the hallway to die down. “What is it?”

Izaya stared at the unfamiliar yet familiar face, trying to focus. He was more surprised it worked. That he remembered Shizuo’s petname. That Shizuo actually responded back. It was like a misty dream that he thought he remembered but finally coming into reality.

“So you.... are Shizu-chan?”

“That’s the dumbest question I’ve ever heard you ask, flea,” Shizuo grumbled disgruntledly. “And it’s Shizuo,” he corrected.

Izaya couldn’t help but let out a soft ‘heh’, and laugh to himself. So this was reality, not a dream. Shizuo was really here. He even answered to the name ‘Shizu-chan.’ The man named Orihara Izaya did indeed exist. And ’he’ existed. He wasn’t some figment of imagination that Roppi had created and locked away. It was as if the fake personality he had created to preserve himself had taken over for so long, Izaya couldn’t tell which reality was the real truth.

By having Heiwajima Shizuo confirm himself, it was confirming that Orihara Izaya was also real. Somehow it was very important to Izaya.

“No time for games right now, Izaya.” Shizuo shook his head, again not realizing what kind of tremendous event had occurred within Izaya just now. Izaya struggled to stay focused and followed, leaning heavily against the wall as Shizuo turned another corner to go up the stairs when he stopped.

Izaya looked over, wondering why Shizuo had done so. Then he let out a small gasp as his heart stopped frozen on the spot.

The man quietly walked forward, his black dress shoes making a sharp clack against the marble stone floors. His suit was pure white just like the simple pure mask on his face. His voice was like that of a god’s, rich, strong baritone, commanding yet gentle.

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When Spring Rain turns to Summer Sky OVERFLOW

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Prompt :
Tsukishima Shizuo X Hachimenroppi Izaya - younger seme X older uke

Another new pairing based on the DVD special covers of Shizuo and Izaya.
Tsukishima Shizuo =
Hachimenroppi Izaya =

Since Tsuki!Shizuo came out later (DVD 13), I'd like him to be younger and shorter than Roppi!Izaya, but still be the seme. XD Anon would like the story to revolve around the pains of pursuing somebody who's older and wiser (Roppi!Izaya).
Because they're really new, characterizations will depend on the author!


Thank you for reading!

When Spring Rain turns to Summer Sky 49/?

The next day was a clear sky; the stars had finally stopped falling. Tsukishima woke up to notice Roppi cuddling next to him, sleeping soundly. Tsuki remained still, smiling to note that Hachimenroppi was finally getting a peaceful sleep without nightmares. He wanted to get up to make breakfast, but… Roppi-san looked so comfortable, Tsuki could not get up immediately.

Instead, he took his time to stare at the older male’s beautiful body. Did they really… do it last night? It was unbelievable. Even as Hachimenroppi laid next to him nude, breathing softly and peacefully, it was still like a dream. Tsuki carefully caressed away the bangs so he could take a better look at the sleeping man, the face of a man that he had longed for for many years; almost all his life and more.

Slowly, so he did not wake him up, the blond sat up and slipped away from their cuddling position. He gathered his clothes in this dark and foreboding room.

He knew he should leave. He had overstayed his welcome and the room was a reminder of that. Probably tomorrow — no, today, he would pack and say goodbye. He would at least make them breakfast and some lunch for later. He hoped that he had helped, but seeing the corner of the room that was partially painted blue before it stopped, Tsuki knew that he had caused more trouble than good while he’d stayed.

It hurt to admit, but yes. He wasn’t needed here, right? It would be best that he leave. He had delivered the message he wanted to tell Roppi for many years. He would be happy with that alone. He needed to return to his brothers who were probably expecting him…

Tsuki saw drops of water on the cutting board where he was dicing up the tofu for the miso soup for breakfast.


Ah… Tsuki’s lips quivered as he bit his lower lip. He didn’t realize he had started crying as he remembered he needed to go back home.

He wiped his tears as he continued to cut the tofu in perfect squares. He had breakfast to make, he shouldn’t dawdle. A useless kid like him should at least make breakfast properly, right?


“Roppi-san? Are you awake?” Tsuki knocked on the door. He had his apron on as Psyche and Hibiya were tugging at his clothes, whining, “When’s food? When are we eating? We’re hungrrry~~” “Let’s eat without him~~ He’s a late sleeper~~” As usual, Psyche and Hibiya were being brats.

When the door opened, Tsuki took a step back, stunned. Even the two kids next to him grew silent in awe.

Hahichmenroppi was wearing his red and black and gold-trimmed ceremonial robe. He gracefully lifted his head and tilted it questioningly as the boys gawked at him.

“What are you all doing? We’re going to the main house today. So get dressed.”

Still stunned, the boys gathered around the table awkwardly and quietly eating their breakfast as Hachimenroppi sat down with the grace of a swan amongst ducklings. Tsuki fidgeted a bit as he nervously almost spilled his soup while passing the condiments. Psyche pretended not to notice as he wolfed down his food while Hibiya also took care to dismiss anything amiss as he ate with proper etiquette.

“I’m done!!” Psyche announced as he pushed away his plate. Hibiya scoffed at the messy and noisy Psyche as he went back to eating delicately. Psyche had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he got up and slowly walked near Hibiya… clearly planning to do something naughty.

“Psyche.” Roppi’s stern voice broke the calmness in the air like knife. “Go get dressed.” He ordered with a voice that was not above a normal speaking volume but carried the weight of a thousand stars.

Psyche glanced up and pouted as he marched over to his room. “Yessss sir.”

Tsuki got up to wipe Psyche’s mouth before he let him go. By then, Hibiya also pushed away his plate. “Thank you for the food,” he bowed as he too went to his room to get dressed.

Who I am now

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Shiki/Izaya, Shizuo - amnesia

Izaya loses his memory and Shiki is the one who finds him. He can still be an informant and do his regular work. And because Izaya meets Shiki first (or Shiki saves him) Izaya is more attached to Shiki than before.

Shiki uses this to his advantage, and Izaya practically works for Shiki for free and out of his own will because Izaya wants Shiki's affection.

Story becomes more complicated when Shizuo gets mixed in, since he still agitates Izaya, making him start remembering things he doesn't want to remember.

Who I am now 186

“How many fingers am I holding?”

Shizuo held two fingers in front of Izaya’s glassed over eyes. For a reply he got a tittering giggle on the verge of madness.

“Justice wins in the end, justice prevails so I’ll be punished…serves you right, Orihara Izaya! Get away from me!”

Izaya’s wild staring past Shizuo’s shoulder had Shizuo following his gaze and half-expecting to see someone else there. Shizuo was still looking at the nothing that stood there when a switchblade came flying through the air and ended up bouncing off a wall. Shizuo almost wished Izaya had aimed it at him.

“Izaya, it’s alright. Everything is alright. So, let’s calm down.”

Shizuo adopted a soft tone that very few would associate with him. He considered slapping Izaya as he had heard should be done to hysterics but it could backfire horribly.

“‘Then you shall judge yourself, ‘the king answered. ‘that is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.’”

The stream of words halted and the hyperventilating began. Shizuo grabbed a paper bag and held it to Izaya’s nose and mouth.

“Just breathe.”

Shizuo blew very softly on Izaya’s forehead. By degrees Izaya’s erratic breathing pattern settled down. Shizuo watched him very closely for a while then removed the bag and held two fingers.

“How many fingers?”


“Good. You’ll be fine.”

“Doubt it,”

Shizuo relaxed if only slightly. Izaya kept his eyes on the floor but at least he was responding to his environment.

“You’re better already.”

A bitter chuckle. Izaya finally established eye contact. Grim resolve stared back at Shizuo.

“I can’t recall anything of my past, my memory starts half a year ago. Since then- since then I’ve been trying to find out just who I was, who I’m supposed to be and do with my life. So I’m not the same person who betrayed you so horribly, not exactly. But I’m also not not the same person. That’s why you’re entirely entitled to resenting me for as long as you live.”

“Wasted too much time doing that already.”

“I thought that I had no actual bonds in the past. But at least for a while you were my friend while I was never yours. Somehow, that makes everything so much worse. Fighting a sworn enemy is one thing, going out of my way to hurt you under the cover of friendship is…monstrous.”

“It bothers you?”

“In more ways than one. And I can’t even tell what my reasons were. Why did I hurt you so badly? For the lols? Pure sadism? Because I could? Was it part of some highly convoluted plan? I can’t say.”

“Odds are you had all sorts of reasons but my guess would be, you did it because it was fun.”

Izaya smiled sadly.

“’Fun’, huh. Incidentally, I have no idea what ‘The Plan’ is all about. There are no records of it and I can’t even access most of the information I do have access to. In other words, ‘Orihara Izaya’ is mostly a paper tiger at the moment.”

“Why are you telling me all this now?”

Izaya had regained his poise completely but Shizuo was not entirely sure he cared for his attitude.

“You can ruin me by simply leaking this information. There would be some resistance, both Namie-san and Shiki-san would fight it but only to some extent. Once it becomes clear that the damage is irrevocable, which would happen the moment someone like, Aoba-kun gets holds of this, they would cut their losses and switch over to a person more useful than I.”

“Is this your idea of making it up to me?”

Izaya shrugged.

“I’m giving you the tools to destroy all that I’ve built. What you do with them is entirely up to you.”

“I’d like to think you’re doing this because you trust me but I know better.”

“Once my cover is blown I won’t be able to operate so I’ll end up disappearing from this city. It’s not that big a deal, it happens every single day and we do not even notice it.”

“I thought the choice was mine? What’s with this ‘when’ business?”

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Always Wanted a Girl Overflow

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Prompt: Ok so I've read fics where Izaya's parents are mean like his father is really strict with him,and they are neglecting and ignoring him but I don't think I've read anything with his mother being crazy.

And by crazy I mean making him dress in girls' clothing.

Make it in high school days and surprise surprise Shizaya! (somehow) Let's have a slightly awkward Izaya because he doesn't want his crush seeing him dressed in the girl's clothes but lets have Shizuo be the great guy that he is and make Izaya feel better about himself and tell him he's only trying to please his mother.

smut and fluff are welcomed :)

Warnings: Not so fluffy.

Always Wanted a Girl [15/?]

I felt sick. Despite all the panic, fear and worry that bombed my stomach, I think I managed to keep a straight face. My entire body thudded painfully with my heart beat. If Gojira suddenly attacked Tokyo, I'd be crushed underfoot because I was too scared to run away.

This was the first time I had ever been recognized. I didn't think it could have been possible that anything could be worse than being stuck with my mother, but she actually protected me from this. Rin only interacted with strangers.

I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even meet Shizuo’s eyes anymore. I looked down at my purse and my trembling hands. The things inside were rattling against each other.

Shizuo broke the silence by clearing his throat. He blundered into the most blunt question he could ask,"Why...are you wearing a dress?" His question was so straight and simple, it miraculously freed my voice.

"I would rather not talk about it." I didn't want to start crying either even if the quaver in my voice told me that I was damn close to doing so. I had gotten from Shinjuku to Ikebukuro without shedding another single tear. I set my jaw. Not again.

His next question came even more awkwardly, "Did someone from Raijin do this?"

Ah! Now that would be a likely story. It was less mortifying than explaining that my mother likes putting me in dresses. I forced a laugh, in actuality, a giggle. "No, I dressed myself like this." I spun around, picked up a corner of my dress and curtseyed. I think I did it too well, too practiced, too ingrained. My performance leaves them stunned all the time.

"You skipped school for this...?" I heard some confusion in his voice, as he left the question hanging. His brow furrowed as he searched for a word to describe my deviancy.

No need to tax his brain. I flippantly waved my hand at the school building, "Can't you see I have more important things to do than go to school?" That was a little more bitter than I wanted. I was ready to leave, but Shizuo still stood in my way.

"Why are you here then?” It wasn’t any of Shizuo’s business. He wasn’t part of the disciplinary committee. He shouldn’t even care.

“Why not?” I smirked, finding a bit of my edge. "Perhaps I was doing something shady?"

"You're pissing me off." He was actually growling! What a beast!

"Don't even start." I shot back. "You don't even know me.”

Shizuo took in a sharp breath as I brushed past him. I marched off in the direction of the gate. The sudden crack in the air behind me startled me and the birds, but I wasn’t looking back. Once the birds flew off, I heard footsteps behind me, but I wasn’t going to stop either.

I didn't care whether he followed after me or not, but he did. The idiot. Didn't he have better things to do than chase me through Ikebukuro?

AN: After a death in the family, it felt like my muse died too. It's been way too long. I don't know if my OP is still around, but I finally feel like I can finish this story. Sorry about the wait.

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Always Wanted a Girl Overflow

Overflow from


Prompt: Ok so I've read fics where Izaya's parents are mean like his father is really strict with him,and they are neglecting and ignoring him but I don't think I've read anything with his mother being crazy.

And by crazy I mean making him dress in girls' clothing.

Make it in high school days and surprise surprise Shizaya! (somehow) Let's have a slightly awkward Izaya because he doesn't want his crush seeing him dressed in the girl's clothes but lets have Shizuo be the great guy that he is and make Izaya feel better about himself and tell him he's only trying to please his mother.

smut and fluff are welcomed :)

Warnings: Not so fluffy.

Re: Always Wanted a Girl Overflow

Meant to post story and double-posted when back-arrowing. Ignore this one please.

Relationship Rescue overflow

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Shizaya - Help/Advice from Oprah and Dr. Phil.

I'm serious. This is a serious prompt. Lol.
Let's say Shingen comes back from America to visit Shinra and the two come up with an amazing idea to drag Shizuo and Izaya to America to have their "problems" solved by Oprah and Dr. Phil.

Dr. Phil pretty much bitch!slaps them both with his knowledge, and Oprah makes them cry, until they realize all of their animosity is because they have suppressed feelings for each other, and childhood baggage (i.e. Shizuo's insane strength, and Izaya's possible abandonment issiues).

BONUS: Shizuo doesn't speak English so he has almost no idea what's going on. Izaya tries to use this against him until Dr. Phil yells at him and forces him to be honest. (He can see through his lies).


Relationship Rescue 115

“Now, what everyone wants to know is…how lovey dovey are you guys these days? Huh?”

Dr. Phil leered at Izaya who batted his eyes most maiden-like.

“Actions speak louder than words and we already have a language barrier issue here. So,”

So Izaya hopped out of his chair and waltzed over to Shizuo’s, climbed on Shizuo’s lap and proceeded to give him a long, long kiss that took Shizuo completely by surprise.


“It’s like this, Phil-sensei!”

Izaya had decided that if you can’t beat them then you might as well join them. Since no amount of denial did anything to convince people that he was not in love with Shizuo, acting absolutely in love would at least keep everyone from teasing him. It was the only way of putting the North Korea fiasco aside, at any rate.

Dr. Phil’s eyes narrowed briefly for he could tell Izaya was up to something.

“I see. But keep in mind this is a family friendly show, m’kay? I keep having to remind you of that.”

Shizuo, for one, really needed the reminder. The translation reached him with only a few seconds of delay but was entirely lost on him. While not at all into public kink, Shizuo could and often did completely forget about his surroundings when hot sexing was involved. He did so now, already he had removed Izaya’s jacket and would have moved to the next item of clothing if not for Izaya jumping back to his chair.

“Huh?! Where the hell are you going, things were just about to get good- oh,”

Only now did Shizuo become once again aware of the people around him. He blushed on the spot, fumbled some, mumbled some more and settled for sullen silence.

“So as you can see, Shizuo and I are a wonderfully dedicated couple. By the way, if you want to shorten it you can just call it ‘Shizaya’! Neh?”

Dr. Phil bobbed his head up and down in lieu of nodding.

“Let me get this straight, you’re saying you guys are an actual couple, right? It’s not just a sex thing?”

“Why, that’s so rude of you to imply that homosexual relationships are devoid of love and merely a case of lust.”

“Hold on, now, hold on. No one said anything like that, m’kay? I’m not talking about gay people in general.”

Izaya’s eyes shimmered brightly.

“Oh? Is that so? You wouldn’t want to come across as intolerant, now would you? No antagonizing the LGBT community now.”

Dr. Phil knew this was a not too veiled threat which was typical Izaya behavior.

“LBT…? You wanna eat a sandwich now?!”

Shizuo was back to being intensely confused. Izaya and Dr. Phil promptly ignored him.

“So you’re saying you’re a loving couple?”

Izaya snapped his fingers and staff produced a table and calligraphy apparatus with which he busied himself writing as he answered.

“As in, [恋愛], ‘renai’. Most passionate love~. Shizu-chan, I was telling the good doctor here about how much we love each other.”

Izaya effortless switched languages mid-speech and showed him the large sheet of paper.

“Oh, right.”

Shizuo was about to try to push for more fooling around as the proper way of showing ‘love’ but Izaya cut him off.

“And do you know what people who are very much in love must never forget? Keeping their promises, Shizu-chan. I believe you promised you’d let me stomp all over you in the middle of Ikebukuro. Now’s the time for that. Rejoice, nothing is better than doing precisely what your beloved asks of you.”

Izaya’s smile was a thing of beauty and dripping sadism all over. He only wished he had settled on this tactic sooner, who knew that by harping on love he could demand things of Shizuo that would otherwise be completely impossible.

Shizuo paled. Up to this point he had completed forgotten all about this promise but he knew better than to try to escape.

“Sure, promises are real important.”

There was no other choice but to grit his teeth and go through it. Fortunately Izaya was very light and Shizuo was used to injuries. Shizuo was not exactly looking forward to it but he did not see its being all that painful considering that Izaya was such a lightweight.

“Yay! At first I thought I’d wear some high heels but then it hit me…soccer cleats is where it’s at, soccer cleats.”

Amazing! good work

Thank you so much for writing To Tame a Bitch! It's such an interesting thing to read because just the takes and how you portray everything, it was such an amazing and wild ride. Please take all of my praise and love<3 I love everything you write please keep up the amazing work~

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