Ever since I first met Shizuo Heiwajima, I knew he was a monster. Not the kind that bumps in the night, or the kind you see in horror movies... No. He was an entirely different kind of monster. The kind that paraded around in a human guise, hiding his true nature from the world until someone or something set him off.
Even at first glance, I knew there was something different about him. He had this punk look in his eyes, that would have maybe been endearing if his jaw didn't set abnormally, his teeth crackling under the weight of his barely veiled rage.
That, and nothing ever seemed to phase him. Well, not physically anyway. Try hitting him in the head with a baseball bat- his head won't budge, but the bat'll be lucky if it isn't snapped in two.
His bones weren't normal. His skeleton wasn't normal.
HE wasn't normal.
And that's when I realized that I couldn't let him live.
A normal life was too good, too convenient for him. But he was so, so good at feigning humanity. I knew that if he ever needed to be taken down, that I would be the one to do it. I knew full well that no one else could handle the task. Not when he dressed like a human, and spoke like a human. Realistically, he was a charming beast. One or two hours with him and he could convince the average man that he was really a good guy...
But I knew better. I knew that his fate had to be curled around the contours of my wrist, that his life or his death had to be at my discretion.
He could never leave my supervision. That's why I always toyed with him. Not because it was worthwhile, but because I had to in order to keep that disgusting beast distracted. Beside me.
I had to keep him around, just in case the moment arose that I needed to take him down...
But who knew that he would be the one to take mine?