I promised myself my first post would be Izaya/Shizuo, and damn it, it will be!
Izaya grinned widely through each 'I hate you', and orchestrated a grand performance when trolling the bustling streets of Ikebukuro. He carved what spectators believed to be Izaya's own 'I hate you' into the angry beast skin with a delicate flick of his switchblade as he dodged each angrily thrown street sign, vending machine, and car. However, once home his bravado shattered like so many shining shards of glass. Izaya slipped in them, their cruel sharp edges tearing deep into his already vulnerable, mutilated flesh. 'I hate you', Izaya smiled as he allowed his fragile frame to sag into the stiff couch, the smile was a watery shadow of his public face. The pale smile whispered the unending misery of being hated by the one you love. "I've brought myself to the top," Izaya spoke aloud, a pathetic attempt to ward off the suffocating loneliness, "If I can reach just a bit farther...," tears welled in his sharp, crimson eyes, hinting at his delicate state of mind. He refused to let them fall. "One day that stupid protazoa will say something warmer than 'I hate you'."
Done, dude~
This was an attention grabber for an essay I did in class, my teacher thought it was creative and only took off points for it being too long.