500 days of Izaya
Prologue
Day 478
The blond said nothing as the hand slipped into his own, a ring circled around the wedding finger, twinkling in the brief sunshine of Ikebukuro city.
Vivacious ruby eyes sparkled when they saw him, and offered the smallest of smiles.
He returned the smile, no real mirth behind it.
Day 1
This is a story of boy meets boy.
This boy (the first one at least) is Heiwajima Shizuo.
The walls are packed to every square inch of the bulletin boards with bills, letters, old receipts, yellowed with age, held together poorly with paperclips and tape under the labels of the names of the employees that were in charge of those clients. For instance, take Shizuo. Abandoning the corporate feel of suits in exchange for bartender suits. Which we will get to later. Whom looks very bored at this moment as he shakes his leg up and down, unable to contain his energy.
Ahem. Anyways, this boy, Heiwajima Shizuo, of Ikebukuro, Tokyo grew up believing he was nevel capable of love until the day he met his...'Soulmate.'
This belief stemmed mainly from his mass exposure to daytime asian dramas meant for housewives, and a total misreading of the romance DVD's he watched with his little brother at the hospital. In other words, we can blame the media for why Shizuo felt that way. Oh, and because we was feared around Ikebukuro because of his inhuman strength. But we'll touch base with that later of course.
The other boy in question is Orihara Izaya, recently moved away from Shibuya, does not share this belief.
Since the sense of family was never present in Izaya's family, he had a very twisted idea of the way love was supposed to be. Since then, he had loved two things. The human race, and how easily he could manipulate them into murdering, abusing, bribing, threatening, lying, and loving. He claimed to love all the faults of humanity, but that is because he felt nothing at all.
Shizuo meets Izaya on January 8th at the debt collecting bureau of Ikebukuro. In an instant he will know what he is looking for.
This is a story of boy meets boy.
But before they do, you should know up front, this is not a love story.
It is not thirty before Izaya has walked into the building, not yet acknowledging Shizuo, and already the debt collector has taken action.
The blond narrows his amber eyes, a strange mix of emotions stirring in his chest as he watched Tom converse with a spiky haired smile, the flourescent lighting accenting the fur trim on his hood in contrast to the rest of his dark attire.
"You piss me off."
The two meet eyes for the first time. One with curious garment orbs, and the other with a narrowed topaz gaze.
"GET OUT!"
On a related note, the reason behind Shizuo's anger is never really justified. It can never really be explained.
I repeat, this is not a love story.
A/N: If it is not easy enough to tell already, this story was prompted by my love of the movie 500 Days of Summer, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. :)