Izaya’s existence had always been a dull one. From another’s view, it may not seem so, but for Izaya himself his whole life was a never-ending game of chess. Sure, he had to move every couple months. His mom would never tell him the truth. That much he could sense on his own. She always had some sort of half-assed excuse, though. Izaya was far too intelligent to fall for any of them though. There was always some new job offer, or some new more demanding school, or some such. Izaya didn’t much care for the whole affair. He was a social child and made friends fast no matter where he was. Whenever he genuinely made a friend, he was ripped off to a new surrounding. Because of this he has been all around the world. You can only move so many times within the same country. Izaya didn’t know until much later the reason they were always running. Izaya learned to embrace the running, and so he took it up as a hobby. He ran and ran, and got faster and faster. He eventually evolved into using parkour and free-running, to get places and also to fight. Izaya was very often picked on because of his intelligence. He was a pretty popular kid, but as the flow of history goes, the strong always pick on the weak. Izaya got picked on at every school with every nationality. It got to the point where he simply wished they would just die. His hatred built until it peaked one rainy day. Izaya finally learned to fight back that day. That poor bully punched Izaya across the face, and being almost twice his size, obviously made it hurt quite a bit. Izaya glared at him with icy crimson orbs filled with hatred. “Pray.” Izaya said to the large boy calmly. “What the ******** did you just say to me you little douche bag?!” The bully screamed back at him. “Pray. I will give you this time and this time only to make your final prayers.” Izaya explained calmly. “I’ll ********’ show you my goddamn prayers!” The bully replied in an aggressive tone. “Fine then. I tried.” Izaya told him with a slight grin. He had cracked. That was the day Izaya had found his life in fighting. His goal, was to survive. The results were tremendous. Izaya looked up at the bully with cold eyes. “Are you ready?” He asked kindly. The bully answered by swinging his fist towards Izaya’s jaw. “No-No!” Izaya said with a grin as he dodged and wagged his finger. Izaya ducked under the fist and laid down a few punches to the bullys stomach. The bully quickly recovered and retaliated by grabbing him by the arm and lifting him in the air. “Bad move, beefy.” Izaya taunted. He swung his leg up in a beautiful arc that crashed into the side of the bullies head. His leg then wrapped around the bullies head, pulling his body around his neck. Izaya wrapped both legs around his throat and squeezed until the bully passed out. Izaya climbed off of the collapsed bully with a triumphant look. “Hmm~ I think I need a trophy.” Izaya declared with a wicked grin. He dug around in the bully’s pockets for something valuable. Izaya ended up leaving there with the bullies money, his switchblade, and the bullies golden tooth, which had been extracted with the bullies very own switchblade. That was the day Izaya was recognized as someone you didn’t want to ******** with. Straight A’s and incredible fighting ability. Izaya was untouchable. Then, only a year later, in Greece, Izayas mother died. She had been assassinated. Izaya knew this to be true, although it was made to look like an accident. Izaya had gotten away during that horrible night. There had been a fight inside the house. A fight between his mother and the assassin. All Izaya remembered from that night was his mother screaming for him to run, and run he did. He didn’t come back until hours later, to see his home in flames, with his mother still inside. Those flames burned away Izaya’s tears, like paper. After that night, Izaya would never cry again. Izaya watched in horror as his home burned with his mother inside. The police wouldn’t stop asking who he was. He ran. He didn’t want to be found. Ever since then, Izaya has been living on his own. He’s been killing the muggers that came for him as he traveled across the world on foot, to finally find his way back to his birthplace in Japan. He showed no mercy, just as that assassin showed no mercy to his mother. Izaya gradually lost his hatred, though. His mother’s death had released a switch, somewhat. Ever since her death, the pressure and stress of moving around and avoiding everyone finally left him. Instead he found solace in killing those who wished him dead or wished to cause him harm. He loved to see their beautiful crimson nectar drip from their lifeless bodies. This went well for the most part, but there were always off days… Izaya was in the middle of a park, all alone. He liked to sleep outside in the nature, instead of next to a dumpster in an alleyway. He had no home, and no money, so it was the park or the alley. Not having a TV to watch the news was troublesome. He would have known about the series of violent muggings and kidnappings that had been happening in the park the last few weeks if he had had one. One, two, no not even three. There were about eight of the muggers or kidnappers surrounding the sleeping Izaya. Izaya opened one eye cautiously. “What the ******** are you doing?” He asked calmly, without moving an inch as the muggers got closer. He sized boredly. “If you insist.” He said with a slight grin. Izaya swing one leg up to flip off of the bench backwards. Just a moment after landing on that side of the bench Izaya placed his foot on the side of the bench and pushed with a mighty kick, to send the bench into the mugger on the other side’s stomach. Using the momentum and placement after that kick, Izaya did a backwards roundhouse kick to the mugger directly behind him, instantly killing him with a blow to the temple. The one that had gotten hit by the bench stood up again, fully recovered. “s**t.” Izaya muttered. He was in a tight spot, but he could handle it. One of the muggers charged Izaya with a knife. “Oooh! A knife fight is it?” Izaya exclaimed. He flipped open his switchblade and moved just to the side, so that the muggers charge would miss. Just as the mugger went by, Izaya stabbed the knife into his back. “2 down, six to go!” Izaya put his knife away, and waited for the next charge. Two came at him this time, without knives. Izaya sidestepped the first one so he missed and ran into the tree. The second one, Izaya sidestepped and grabbed his arm. Using the mugger’s momentum he flipped the mugger over his back so he was facedown into the ground. Izaya stepped on the mans elbow and ripped up the arm, causing it to break off from the elbow. The mugger created such beautiful screams. Izaya relished in the sound. He, with the arm still in hand, bashed the other man upon the skull with the arm until his skull caved in, and blood poured out like a crimson waterfall. The smile that painted Izayas face was one of pure joy. The muggers saw this joy as absolute insanity. All the four remaining muggers rushed him at once in an unblockable attack. Izaya grinned, and his eyes flashed an even brighter crimson than they already were, in anticipation. He jumped over the muggers and landed behind one. He wrapped his arms around the mans neck and lifted him into the air. “Want to kill me, eh?! Let’s see who lasts longer!” Izaya yelled sadistically. Izaya then dropped the man onto his head, using his full force as well as the mans bodyweight to break his spine. Izaya dropped the limp body and turned towards the other three. He pulled out his switchblade and threw it at one of them. It landed dead center in the mans eye, going far enough in to hit his brain and kill him. Izaya pulled out another knife, with a longer blade, but it wasn’t a switchblade. “Come on, big boys.” Despite the muggers intense fear and instinct to run away as fast as they could, they stupidly obeyed. One of them rushed at him. Izaya ducked down and slashed at the mans leg as he passed by, making him trip and fall on his face. Izaya curb stomped the mans face into the ground hard enough to where even though they weren’t on a curb, the mans teeth broke on the small rocks on the ground. Izaya picked him up my his hair and used him as a shield for the next mans charge. The next man came at him with a long wicked looking knife. The knife plunged into the muggers subordinate, killing him. Izaya threw the body at the mugger to throw him off. He moved around the body with lightning speed to deliver an upwards kick to the mans face, since he was bending over to escape the body. From that point, Izaya brutally beat the man until he died from hemorrhaging. “You can’t beat a misty Sunday morning!” Izaya said as he licked the blood off of his blades. That was when Izaya’s fighting potential was truly recognized. He finally made his way to Japan, where he hoped to find his father, but he had no luck. He searched and searched to no prevail, but then again, why would the mafia want to be found? Izaya didn’t know he was from mafia blood, though, so he had no such rationalizations. He searched for months, and finally ended up settling down. He started doing assassination missions for the local mafias and mobs. This is how he eventually was found by his family. His father had heard that a crimson eyed devil was wreaking havoc as an assassin. The leaders of the Seizonsha family have always inherited the crimson eyes. He sent his two daughters to go look for Izaya. They searched for months and finally found their brother after months of searching. The two brown locked twins looked upon their older brother with admiration the first time they had seen him. It was as if they worshipped him. Almost as if they had known him their entire life, and just forgot him for a while. They walked up to their brother with a strong determination. “Brother..” The twins whispered in unison. Izaya turned around in surprise to se the two identical sisters staring at him. He backed up a few steps and fell on his butt. “What. ********?” He asked slowly. He looked upon the twins and immediately saw his own face. They all seemed to be identical, despite having different mothers. “Wh-Who are you?!” Izaya yelled, just a little bit freaked out. His sisters blushed wildly and just about tackled him. “You don’t know how long we’ve been trying to find you Izaya-Nee!” The twins said, yet again almost in unison.
[[To be continued…]]
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