New story! This one came to me as a sort of story book, and since I had been reading fairy tales at the time, and this idea just came to me. anyway, before I talk to too much. Enjoy the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, they all belong to their respectful owners

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A man who plays with the world as a god.
Who loves all humans
Who embraces all humans

Yet unloved himself

A tale of love that follows along like that of a fairy tale. This special little fairy is dedicated to a lonely god and an unlovable monster. The little fairy tale itself involves love, hurt, betrayal and of course the happily ever after that all good fairy tales have.

Or will it?

He loved his humans. He knew that they should love him in return. Because that's what happens when you love someone, they should love you. No, they have to love you.

It was only natural, after all he worked hard to get where he was today. This job has proven worth it, simply because it was more than just his job but a hobby.

A hobby of observing humans.

Call it strange, call it unnatural. But this was his life and his life involved humans. He loved everything about them, they had so many possibilities. Ones that he never expected to happen; some leave others to deal with their problems while others will help them even if it means destroying their own lives. So many pieces to play with he didn't know what they would do next. All he did was create sparks that would someday ignite a raging fire.

He smiled, walking down the streets of Ikebukuro. He blended in perfectly with his surroundings, acting as if he were a normal person just like the humans surrounding him.

But he was different.

He wasn't as ordinary as his appearance at all, at least he thought himself not normal. A God is what he considered. A God above all others. Who loved all others. Nothing had ever bored him when he played with his chess pieces, and they never failed to meet his expectations as humans. They were always finding ways of surprising him.

And that's fine by him.

It wasn't like it was a bad thing, in fact, it wasn't bad at all. He hoped that things like that would happen. It only helped spur on his curiosity to find out what humans strive for. All there pain and happiness, loss and love, everything that made them human, he so desperately wanted to know more.

Lately, he's been busy with personal matters and had been quite active in his opinion, such as playing with teenaged girls. Why? Because there fun to mess with and much easier to manipulate into doing what he expected. And what better way than to show them the true values of life then through death?

"Ah, there they are," he smiled upon seeing two girls he was supposed to meet up with and rushed over to them smiling. "Hello ladies, shall we go inside?"

"Are you Nakura?" one of the girl asked, this one had black hair in pig tails.

"Why yes, I am." He smiled innocently.

"Fine, let's go then," the other girl said, heading towards a café, this one had short brown hair.

"And let the games begin," he muttered under his breath and followed both girls into the café, taking a booth far away from prying eyes and smiled as the girls sat next to each other.

"So, tell me. Why do you want to die?" he asked when there drinks arrived.

The short haired girl swirled her straw around in her drink, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. "Because, life isn't worth living anymore."

He still smiled as he looked toward her companion. "Nothing in life is ever good. It'd be better if I simply disappear."

"I see, I see." He chimed, "but what will you do after you die?"

"Huh?" they both looked at him, as if he spoke in another language.

"What do you mean? Like the afterlife?" the pig tailed girl smiled into her drink, "I think it would be a wonderful place to be." Then her expression turned sour. "A lot better than this place, that's for sure."

"Who cares? Life is meaningly and unnecessary. Anyway, it shouldn't matter." the short haired girl frown, taking a sip from her glass.

Both of these women's desire to die came from there passed exploits. The pig tailed girl wanted to die from a simple break up from a boy she had been in love with for many years, the other wanted to die simply because life for her wasn't worth living, mainly because nothing benefited her in any way possible.

Such childish reasons for death, but he smiled nevertheless.

He'd done things like this many times before; it was almost a hobby of his that he never grew tired of because he found it fun to hear such stupid reasons for death. He never saved the people who wanted to commit suicide with him, he simply showed them logic behind death and they followed the path of life only because it was better than death, no matter how cruel it may seem.

This time was no different.

What drove them to go to such lengths as to use death for a way out? What happened to make their lives so miserable that they chose this as a means to end their suffering? Was there really no other way to help them in their life? He wanted to know. He so desperately wanted to know. Because of his love for humans, he wanted to know why this was their decision in the first place. It intrigued him immensely and he wanted to see it through to the 'end.'

And slowly, his happy-go-lucky nature was slowly disappearing and revealing its true colours.

"Do you believe in the afterlife Nakura?" the one with pig tails asked, a small smile placed on her face.

He smiled and shook his head, then turned the question on them. "Do you two believe in the afterlife?"

"I do," the pig tailed girl said. "I believe that it would be a peaceful world where all is good. And everyone will live with joy and happiness and there'd be no violence."

Humoured thinking coming from a simple-minded girl. These types of girls wish for peace. So in order to gain that peace, she thought that it would be best to disappear into a world where everything is civilised in order and everyone lived Happily Ever After. Such thinking belonged to naïve children who still believed in fairy tales.

"I don't. After death, there should be nothing but darkness and emptiness. That'd be a better life than this one." The short haired girl frowned.

Despair and angst, two of the most common things one would usually come across when dealing with this sort of 'hobby'. So wishing for an eternity in darkness is something he found even more childish then what the other said. These two had a boring way of thinking; they had childish dreams of something of wishful thinking. The last ones had been more fun to play with. But it was obvious at this point that neither wanted to die at this point.

"Well now, that's no way to think if you're going to die?" his smile turned mocking and his eyes narrowed.

"Huh?" they both looked at him, not quite understanding what he meant.

"See, thinking about an afterlife is a right reserved for the living alone. But if you have thought about this thoroughly and endlessly, then I won't say anything. But if one had their entire lifesavings scammed from them and they had nothing left but despair and hopelessness—only then do they have the right to think such things."

They stared, completely baffled as he went on smiling.

"But for you it's different. You put yourselves in this positions yes? You chose to walk this path of hopelessness and you still think that an afterlife is what you think will save you? I don't think that's a good enough reason, don't you think so?"

It was a while before it dawned on them. Not once had he ever said anything about his reasons for committing suicide

"Do you . . . want to die?" the pig tailed girl asked nervously, as if unsure if it was true or false.

In response to the question, he smiled sheepishly and gave a simple answer.

"No."

A silence fell over them; the only sounds were background noise from inside the café could be heard. He still smiled at the two women before him, almost as if what he said was nothing wrong.

But the two women vaulted to their feet, one slamming their fists onto the table.

"Traitor! You lied!"

"This has gone too far. Why would you do something like that?"

Such childish actions, is what he thought they were. And that was all it was. A meaningless tantrum that left him unprovoked.

Sighing, it was ending just as he expected. Many before them had different reactions to this situation. Most got over it without a hitch, others left without word. But he had yet to see anyone act completely calm in this situation, to just accept something like this since you wouldn't need a 'companion' to die with in the first place.

"Bastard, you've gone too far with this."

"Eh? Why?"

His smile was innocent, as if he had done nothing wrong. But then his expression darkened to one with sinister purpose.

Sudden fear erupted within them as they gazed upon that cruel smile. They wanted to run but dread froze their bodies and they couldn't move. All they could do was tremble beneath that smile.

"What have I done wrong?" he asked.

"Y-you—" they couldn't form words, their voices wouldn't work.

"Didn't you want to die? It shouldn't matter what I say if you're going to die right? Even if you were lied to or scolded, it shouldn't matter since you're going to disappear in a while. If you're upset because I lied to you, then why not bite your tongue off? Did you know that by bitting your tongue off, you won't die from blood loss but by shock which causes the remaining part of the tongue to compress resulting in suffocation? Thus you die and your existence ends here. It's so simple a child could understand it. You say I've gone too far? I think you've gone too far."

"I understand that, but—" the short haired girl was cut short.

"No, you don't understand."

His tone turned malicious, but his smile never faltered. Not ever for a second.

"You don't understand at all. Death isn't something that is emptiness as what you said. You chose death to escape your own troubles. But once you die, your troubles won't disappear, only your existence."

Neither one could respond to his comment, the smile that spread across his face had silenced their voices.

"There wouldn't be a place where something holds 'emptiness'. Of course, you'd be there now wouldn't you? And if that were the case then everyone before you who had died would be there to. So there'd be no such thing as emptiness, only failed hopes and broken dreams. And to go as far as to say 'nothing but darkness' as well as the emptiness, thinking this is based on the theory of the 'existence of darkness', so how can that be nothing? You leave your hopes on childish dreams that hold a childish existence coming from childish people. You don't know a thing. But your way of thinking isn't different from most people. Even grade schoolers who don't believe in life after death can understand, its fear and worry right?"

His theory was full of loop holes, they could tell but they dare not speak. It wasn't from doubt but fear that they had shut their mouths.

But one of them mustered up enough courage to speak. She slowly said, "but this isn't what you think, is it?"

"True, I don't believe in the afterlife so this is something I decided for myself. But it'd be good if there was an afterlife, but I can only assume." He laughed drily before adding. "If you're a casual believer of the afterlife, don't go around discussing it, ok? It's not only an insult to the afterlife but an insult to the people who don't want to die yet are being forced into it due to life circumstances."

Silence again, this time a little longer.

After a while, his expression grew gentle and relaxing. But the women dare not move an inch. "Well in any case, I would have thought about money. Think about it. Once you're gone, the money you have would be wasted, it's better to loan it out so that it'll go to a good cause. Like giving all of your money to me as insurance, don't worry, I'll sell your bodies and rake in a good price. Besides, I've got a few connections which specialise in this sort of thing."

The smile he wore was not malicious, but a very human smile, a very normal human smile. And his words were like that of normal human desire. Completely different from his previous actions.

The two women were about to say something, but he cut in.

"Let me test you. First question: why am I sitting nearest to the exit?"

They suddenly noticed how he sat and it was in such a way that he seemed to be blocking the pathway to their only exist. Instant fear began to rise again, more so then before as they looked upon his smiled that belonged to the devil.

"Second question: what do you suppose these two large wheel suitcases in the back are used for?"

Heart rates picked up as they now noticed them, sitting behind him casually. They looked like the ones that you'd take on a very long vacation.

"First hint: the suitcases are empty."

Breathing sped up, even though both women had only met today, they could tell that they shared the same feelings as to what they thought of this man.

"Second hint: the suitcases were specifically chosen because they 'matched your sizes'."

A sickening feeling spread throughout their bodies, they blinked as the world around them was spinning. Something was wrong. Something was happening that should be happening.

"What's . . . this?!" one said.

It was already too late. They could barely get their bearings, their strength depleted.

"Third question, if you two came at me at the same time, you might have a chance at beating me, so why don't you? Hint: I handed you were drinks when they came."

They couldn't stop the world from spinning, it was too much. But in their final state of consciousness, his tender voice like that of a lullaby that slowly sent them to sleep.

"It's love. You don't have any love for death. You have to embrace death with love. And you both have too little respect for nothingness. And if it's like this, how can I willingly die with you?"

But in this finale, one of the women, the short brown haired girl raised her narrowed eyes and glared venomously at him. "I'll . . . never forgive you. I'll . . . kill you."

He grinned at this, then leaned over the table and caressed her cheek.

"Excellent, if you have the strength to hate me, then you can still live. Aren't I amazing? I saved your life. You have to thank me properly, ok?"

Her eyes slowly closed and her body fell limp in his touch, after a while he took his hand away and stood. "Ah but, I really don't like being hated by humans, so I think I'll just have to kill you."

He walked out of the café, pulling out his phone and dialled in a number before placing it to his ear. Upon hearing the other end pick up, he smiled, "hey transporter, got a job for ya."

This man was known as an information broker of Shinjuku who was known for being a manipulative bastard hated by mostly everyone who ever met him. But he never saw himself as such. No, to him, he was playing God and he was their saviour.

He was Izaya Orihara, and he was very lonely God indeed.

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Tell me what you guys think about it. I hope that Izaya was in character. Leave a review and all that other stuff.

Next one is about Shizuo.

Until next chapter.