Prologue
Izaya stood on the roof top of the tall building looking down at the small, night-time crowd of his beloved humans. He always wondered and visualized what they thought, he put himself in their shoes then thought about what he would inevitably do different to make that life perfect. Izaya was an over-looker of the crowds, an over-achiever, and an un-doubtable mastermind of the ways of humans. He had to, not only to do his job, but in order to survive.
Elsewhere…
Shizuo walked languidly down the streets of Ikebukuro, his town. He didn't exactly own the town but nearly everybody knew his name, his face, and his strength. To some people he was a monster, to others he was a…..fascination, and to the fewer weird population he was a god. But with this information in mind Shizuo still knew that nobody would notice his absence if he were to die, nobody would care. Well except for the unlucky people he beat up on his debt collecting's, and possibly Shinra, Tom and Kasuka. Shizuo didn't regret anything though, not his strength, his job, or his life. He knew he would never have someone to share his thoughts because of his un-canny ability to destroy and break anything he ever loved; he didn't even regret that despite its depressing message.
He was brought out of that train of thought when Tom stopped at the end of the street.
"That should be it for today Shizuo, see ya later." Tom said dully and walked off.
Hey every one! This is my first fanfiction and I hope it satisfies your Shizaya crazed minds enough that you'll continue reading. The rest of the chapters will be longer, this was just a pre-face to show you all what was coming.
Anyway...
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