I decided to keep the same summary since it's still the same story, just a little (lot) better, and the chapters should be longer as well with hopefully less mistakes, the reason behind this is because I was looking through the story and I saw so many typos and the chapters seemed really rushed, I thought it needed ot me done.

So anyway, hopefully you guys won't mind that I'm rewriting this story and hopefully it'll be a little different.

Enjoy ~

This place is so interesting. The thought came as he stood above the city below, glistening with the movement of life.

When was the last time something boring happened? Yesterday? The day before? Last week? Last month? Last year?

He couldn't remember.

But his wicked smile never faded. Getting to his feet, he slipped his hands into the warm pockets of his coat, letting out a cold giggle. This was all so interesting that it sickened him.

These pawns, these lives, these humans. He loved them. He loved them all. He loved them all so much that they could all just die. He loved everything about them: the love, the hate, the conflict, trust, distrust. Everything that made them human he loved. Yet they were distasteful as well, leaving a horrid taste in his mouth that left him wanting more, to see more of this disgusting faces these humans made.

But there was one who was different.

There was one that he wished would drop dead more than any of them.

One that won't do as he expects. One that won't do what he wants. One that he wished would drop off the face of the earth. A monster that he wished would just die already.

After all, what's the point of having a pawn if you can't move it the way you want it to?

As he stood atop a large concrete building that overlooked the city below. The monster stood behind him, filthily panting, showing signs that he ran all the way here. From where, he wasn't sure, the monster had always found him from some distance away, no matter what circumstances there were. He always found him.

Always.

Slowly, he craned his head behind him to stare at the beast; he instantly noticed the street sign in the monster's right hand, bent in many angles from being mangled. An idea formed in his head, what if he played with him instead? Just something to get his mind off things for a while.

A secret grin appeared on his face

"It's been a while hasn't it, Shizu-chan," he faced the monster fully, even closer to the edge.

"Not long enough," the beast growled. His expression just as fierce as he remembered it to be. "Now get the hell out of Ikebukuro!" he practically roared, fist clenching down on the street sign even more.

"Oh, such fierce words you're using," he cooed. He found it amusing to tease him; the expressions he makes were so funny that it sent chills down his spine.

So let the games begin.

"Shall we play a game? Shizu-chan," a devilish grin spread across his face, eyes glinting.

"What?" he seemed confused, it made his smile tug upwards even further with amusement. "Are you crazy, Izaya?"

"Of course not," Izaya said, playfully. "I simply wish to play a game. I have been curious as to what would happen if I suddenly disappeared, right before your eyes."

"Are you kidding me?" He scoffed, "I wouldn't care. In fact, it'd save me a lot of trouble if you disappeared; make my life a hell of a lot more peaceful."

For an instant and only an instant, Izaya's smile faded, not liking that answer, but the smile came back as soon as he dropped it. "Oh? But I wonder what kind of expression you would make if I suddenly disappeared before your eyes, I'm really curious about it you know, would you grovel in disappear for rejoice with glee. Would you be able to seek the happiness you so desperately want or go on living with the guilt of letting me go without doing anything?" he shrugged.

Shizuo remained silent, wondering where this conversation was going. Out of all their conversations, this one had to be the most confusing. What was all this talk about death coming from so suddenly?

Slowly, Izaya backed towards the edge, never turning away from Shizuo, "the game is simple, give me your best expression Shizu-chan, your true expression, not some mask or an act, I want a true expression, a real expression the so called monster of Ikebukuro." He waved a finger in the air, "and if it's good enough, you win." He pulled his other hand from his pocket and held out both arms wide open, "so, shall we begin?"

He began to lean back.

In that second, Shizuo instantly knew what Izaya was doing and his expression changed to one of shock and fear, even a hint of sorrow. For once, his expression had shown something that wasn't of pure rage or anger, it was a pure expression. One that came from the heart, he could tell since it was written in his eyes quite clearly.

And with that, Izaya smiled for real this time, finally satisfied that someone will remember his existence as he disappears from this world . . .

At first, he thought he hit the ground without pain; maybe he just hit the ground too hard to feel anything? Or maybe he landed on his head and died on impact thus he couldn't feel anything. His mind seemed a little fazed as well. He didn't feel dead, or alive for that matter. Was this what being dead was truly like? Just floating around in eternal darkness? As his mind pondered, a strong force gripped his wrist, pulling him upwards.

He thought that maybe it was an angel coming to take him away, up towards that place in the sky. Towards heaven? Towards Valhalla?

But all he felt was the cold rush of the night air and the hard surface of concrete as he rolled to a stop telling him that he was still in this world. He hadn't died, and there was no angel taking him away. His eyes finally opened, registering the blacken sky with a few stars. He laid spread out, wondering what happened.

"Are you insane!" a roaring voice bellowed.

Izaya turned his attention towards the voice; Shizuo stood there, fists clenched into tighter balls, pure rage splayed across his features, but his eyes shown a great concern. Shizuo then straightened up, pointing a finger towards Izaya. "From now on, you're no longer allowed to go towards the edge of a building without my permission, got it!"

He sat up, staring at Shizuo with a dumbfound and completely blank expression.

"Only I'm allowed to kill you! Got it! Not anyone else, not even you!" he snapped, "you hearing me!"

He didn't move. Izaya was still contemplating why Shizuo had stopped him. What reason would he have to stop him from dying? It was his choice right? He could choose his way of death without any other person's say. It was his choice to die by his means. Why save him if he hates him so much in the first place? He didn't get it.

Due to Izaya's silence, Shizuo pulled a cigarette packet form his pocket and placed one to his mouth, lighting the end and breathing in the smoke before exhaling and letting the cigarette hang in his mouth.

"Dammit!" he growled, breaking the cigarette and tossing it to the ground. "I'm outta here." Shizuo began to walk, stepping past Izaya, thoughts of killing him long faded. But a force gripped his pants, halting his movements. Shizuo glared down at the hand that gripped his pants. "What is it now?"

Izaya balled up, head hung low as he curled up.

"Let go," Shizuo said, it didn't hole an ordering nor demanding tone. It was said as if he were talking to a normal person. But Izaya didn't listen to those words. Instead, he tightened his grip. "Let me go! Ya damn flea!"

"Don't go," Izaya whispered finally. He didn't want to be alone at the moment. Not right now. His mind was a mess, even more so with the events that occurred just minutes before.

"I can't hear you when you whisper, idiot," Shizuo grunted, scratching the side of his head. This was too exhausting, and it was getting late.

"Don't go," Izaya said softly, loud enough for Shizuo to hear. "Don't leave me alone."

Pathetic! That's what he thought, that's what Izaya was right now, pathetic. He thought that as he clung to his most hated person, desperately trying to keep him by his side. But pathetic must be what Shizuo is thinking, Izaya told himself. Yes, that was how to describe him now.

Pathetic.

"Ugh fine!" Shizuo grumbled. Suddenly, arms swooped down and encircled around Izaya, pulling him into the air with a surprise gasp. His hand instantly gripped the vest tightly as his surprised eyes looked at the deep black fabric. Izaya felt the strong arms surrounding him as they carried him away; they felt safe and comforting as he relaxed into them. "I'll leave you at Shinra's place. It's too late for this kind of shit."

Izaya suddenly tensed at the comment that suddenly left his mouth. No! He began to tremble. Right now he felt a lot safer with Shizuo. He knew Celty would be there, and he knew nothing bad will come of staying at Shinra's place. But he couldn't handle it. "No," he whispered.

Shizuo looked down to see a fearful expression on man in his arms face. it surprised him how different Izaya was acting. He seemed so vulnerable right now, like a frightened kitten staring at the jaws of a lion that was ready to eat him whole. It seemed a little off putting to Shizuo, because he had never seen this side of Izaya and didn't know how to deal with it.

Then Izaya buried his face into Shizuo's shoulder, gripping his clothing a little tighter. "I don't want that," he said slowly. "Not right now. Please not now."

Did he just say please? What the hell was going on here? Just what the hell happened to make the 'oh so great Izaya Orihara' pled with him to not be alone? Why he was even saying please to his most hated person was beyond even Shizuo's comprehension. And he really didn't want to deal with this kind of thing.

"Fine," Shizuo sighed, "what's with you today?"

Yes, that would be true, what's with me. What's wrong with me? Izaya relaxed again, staring up at Shizuo's face. They had made it to the ground floor already.

Izaya wasn't sure what he was staring at, Shizuo's expression seemed calm and collected, almost surreal against the darkness. Maybe he was just tried, but it was a big change then what he was used to seeing on the monster's face. He had really well defined features, and even nicer eyes and delicious looking lips. And without thinking . . .

"Shizu-chan."

"Hmm?" Shizuo grunted in reply.

Izaya brought his hand up, touching Shizuo's cheek and bringing his face towards his own before planting his lips against his. Shizuo's eyes widen, a stunned expression played on his face as his cheek heated up a little. Izaya smiled as he pulled away, so innocent.

Due to the sudden kiss, Shizuo had stopped mid-stride. Izaya was expecting Shizuo to drop him right then and there, walk out and never look back or beat the shit out of him and then walk out. But Shizuo was frozen stiff; he never lost his bewildered look. But he composed himself by clearing his throat and began to walk outside.

Smiling gently, Izaya rested his head against Shizuo's shoulder, the steps gently rocking him to sleep, happy that Shizuo didn't abandon him at the moment.

. . . . . . . . . . .

The next thing Izaya knew was that Shizuo had plonked him down on a double bed. The mattress was a little hard, but at least the pillow was soft, the blankets felt warm. And Shizuo's scent was surrounding him.

Everything smelt like Shizuo. Izaya shifted to get comfortable, tossing left then right then back again. The smell will not leave him. Although he didn't mind the scent, this made it a little difficult to go to sleep since he wasn't used to it. And the bed was a little hard to get comfortable in.

"Will you sit still?" a voice warned in a deadly tone.

Izaya froze; he turned over to see Shizuo lying next to him. His eyes closed and his expression peaceful. He was so close to Izaya as well, not even a foot away from him; he could feel the warmth coming from Shizuo's body that was just so inviting. Going back to his face, he really did have a nice face; it was really hard to miss when they were always fighting. Neither paid attention to each other's looks. But he seemed so out of place being calm, it was almost nice. Without thinking again or meaning to.

Izaya leaned in and kissed him again.

Shizuo pushed him away instantly and turned over, standing. "Screw this, I'm sleeping out the couch," he scratched the side of his head. "What's with you today?" he muttered, walking out of the room.

Izaya waited, hesitantly grabbing the pillow Shizuo had been sleeping on and hugging it close to his chest, breathing in the warm scent that still remained. He waited, five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty, all the way to an hour later when he was sure Shizuo was fast asleep. He didn't feel safe to sleep on his own, and right now he needed some reassurance that it would be alright to sleep.

Carefully Izaya tiptoed his way out of the dark bedroom, into the living room where his eyes fell on the sleeping man, a blanket resting on him as he laid on his back, an arm above his head as his expression was even more peaceful then before.

Slowly and quietly, Izaya made his way towards the blonde, reaching down to pull the blanket up as he crawled on top of the man, careful not to wake him, as she shifted to get into a comfortable position laying on Shizuo. He placed the blanket back down on them and rested his head against Shizuo's chest, hearing him breath gently, the sound of his heart beat became that of a lullaby that Izaya couldn't but fall asleep to.

And with that, the sweet darkness encased him.

I changed a couple of things and edited everything I could find. Hopefully this one will be a little different but still hold the same feelings as the original. Feel free to leave a review. I felt like rewriting it because there was way too many mistakes and a sudden urge to fix them became very increasing task.

Until next chapter.