Izaya x reader: weak

You hated life. It was just as simple as that.


There was always some sort of disappointment down the road and always something to ruin your life around each and every corner. Of course, you didn't always use to think this. In fact, you very much rather enjoyed life before it all went to hell in a basket.


Yes, you were happy, bright, and bubbly and always filled with some sort of optimism. You got good grades and had a caring, loving family, and the best of friends. Those were the best years of your life.


It all felt so...short lived when you moved to Ikebukuro. Your mothers kind words and your friends silly puns and sarcastic jokes all seemed a faint memory, a memory you clung quite tenaciously to.

And what exactly did you do? You didn't deserve this . This being your life, if one could even call it that anymore. You felt like every mistake you made was dissected and always more noticeable than it should have been. Yes, this was the life .



Surely, God must have some pity for you, right? But at this point you were wondering where exactly this 'god' of yours was. Did your scars go unnoticed by the eyes of all those who watch? Did your despair not cry out loud enough? What was it? At this point you were knocking at Death's door with open arms, but of course like any other unwanted guest he never opened it despite the fact he was still there.

For you, it was just another day. You had been drugged, stuffed in a van, been drove to some unknown location, and awoken only to find your kidnappers killed by the headless rider who took you back to your 'home'.


You knew damn well who was behind all this; Izaya Orihara. And if someone asked what happened, you would need not to tell them, but instead just say said devil and they would know. And of course, speak of the devil and he shall appear because he was right there, in your home. The epitome of your problems.



"What happened (y/n)-chan?~" He said in his usual mocking tone. You didn't want to give him an answer, and you didn't have to. He knew, so why ask?


You didn't even have to look at the raven haired man to know that he was watching your every move as you sat down at the table and just stared emotionlessly at the wall.

With just a swift movement the informant was right in front of you, with that same playful smirk on his face that you want to slap oh so badly . Your eyes narrowed as you could see amusement dancing in his ruby eyes and just radiating off of his body.


"You didn't answer me, (y/n)-chan~ why do you ignore me so?" He said, leaning closely towards you as you watched him with dull eyes that were once shining with grace and energy.

"Get out." You spat bitterly, venom and warning lacing your words. His smirk widened as he raised a brow, a small, taunting chuckle escaping his lips as he spoke once more.

"Or what? You'll hurt me? Oh I doubt that very much so (y/n)-chan." He said.

There he was again, stealing the words right out of your mouth with that silver tongue of his that spoke of nothing more but fatal, toxic words that drove you to the point of hysteria and nearly sent you over the edge of madness.


You bit down your tongue, resisting the urge to spit foul insults at him. Best not say anything he can take advantage of, or something you will regret in near-future. He took your silence as an advantage, for he took out his switch-blade as he stepped closer to your form which was now backed up against a wall; he had cornered you.

He chuckled with that ever so agitating voice of his as he put the cold, pointed blade on your cheek, and with a small amount of force, caused blood to surface. The cut wasn't deep enough to become a scar, but it still hurt nonetheless.


"So weak." He cooed as he gently lifted up your chin with his free hand as his eyes spoke of sadistic enjoyment and fatality if you made a wrong move. Surely, this man was going to be your demise.

"You're so pathetic, you never fight back. You know it's futile. You have managed to take being kidnapped by some men I bribed into your personal life and just accept that's it's your a normal thing now. Look at what one person can do to the human mind and body~ It's so...what's the word I'm looking for? Hmmm....Oh yes, that's it, invigorating. "


His words cut deep into you, just the way he wanted them to. You felt like he was choosing his best artillery when you knew that he could do worse. So much worse...


Izaya was the best at what he did, which was making every second of your life a living hell. And he knew that. He was cunning and sly and always on the prowl for a weakness he could take advantage of. You were just a marionette; a mere puppet. And he was the master puppeteer. He held more cards than you did and had the whole world like putty in his hands. It was all just a game.



A sick, twisted game.


A game you wanted no part in but were already apart of. A game where Izaya was the king and you were just a mere pawn. Nothing more, nothing less. You could be expended in the blink of an eye but yet he still kept you. Like a child with a beat down toy that it just didn't want to give up.


Yes, this is what you were; a pawn in his game.


Izaya, -full of complete arrogance and audacity-, boldly leaned down towards the shell of your ear and licked it, then roughly bit down on it as a small whimper escaped your lips as he just smirked in response.


You were not sure why you did, perhaps it was out of complete despair or exhaustion, but you slumped against the wall and collapsed. Izaya smirked down at you, satisfied with his work as he back away.


"So weak~" He mused once more before leaving you alone to you tired, broken state.