Prologue: Recalling

Izaya didn't know how or why it started, he wasn't even sure of who started it. Maybe the spark of hate between them had been mutual and immediate.

He still remembered how he first met Shizuo. Shinra had told him there was someone he might like to meet, a friend of Shinra's. To tell the truth, at first Izaya hadn't been in the least interested. From an early age he had learned that as much as he loved them, all were the same. Predictable, so predictable that he slowly found himself growing bored. All the changed when Shinra took him to this friend, insisting that Izaya behaved himself, saying something along the lines of, "Shizuo-kun is an amazing individual, his body knows no limits! He has a bit of a temper though, so do try not to tease Izaya," his tone had taken a chiding note by the end.

The rest was a bit of a blur in his memory, as if the leasing events had really mattered. What stood out was the image of the blonde, destroying a whole football field with one hand, his face though contorted in rage, strangely alluring. When those burning eyes turned to him, he was entranced, so very entranced he barely had time to avoid a punch that would've left him in worse condition that the bench, that had been split into splinters.

Something sparked in him then, and it wasn't only due to the adrenaline rush, or the enthrallment of seeing a scratch mar that smooth chest. It wasn't only due to the thrill of being chased through town, avoiding lamps and trash cans, like in the video games. No, it was also that monstrous grace, the inhuman reactions, the unpredictability, that belonged to the teen gasping for breath. He wasn't human, he couldn't be human, and yet Izaya couldn't help but be drawn to him.

A few years passed, years during which he tormented Shizuo in every way possible. He wasn't' sure what it was that kept him coming back to rile the blonde man up. Maybe it was just to see how far he could push the monster, how much he could prod and bother until the other snapped. Not in anger, because that was the usual reaction, that turned out to be the only predictable aspect of the man, but in despair. That might be what kept him coming back, the need to see the man beg, cry, to see him frail and breakable, and under his control, just like the humans he loved.

But no matter what Izaya would do, Shizuo would just get back up on his feet, be the blow physical or psychological. It made Izaya wonder where all this perseverance branched from. What had Shizuo's life been like before Izaya started interfering? What had his childhood been like? Had it been just as normal as his own?

Izaya knew he shouldn't care, shouldn't even wonder. It should be enough for him to interfere occasionally in the other's life, angering him, and leaving without a trace. It should be enough for him to see those burning eyes, to have their full attention till the end of the fight. But it wasn't, there was no denying it wasn't. And that made him hate the taller man more, yet at the same time that resentment grew, something else bloomed in the corner of his heart, and he was afraid to find out what.

After the dangerous thoughts that crossed his head, Izaya decided he needed sometime away. He was probably being a coward, but he didn't care. The thrill of the chase wasn't enough for him anymore, and he had to get away from the spell those honey orbs were casting on him before it was too late.

Sooooo….Should I go on? I have a few ideas for at least two more chapters, from then on it's up to the reviews!~So like, please leave one, it can even be a thumbs up of a review, something like this "ovob" Hehe. Thank yoooooooou for your time! ^v^ By the way, I was listening to Gymnopedie no.1, if you wish to give it a listen to, Youtube it! 3