Shizuo's POV.

I don't know why I hated him.

I just did.

Since the first day I met him I hated him - maybe it's because that damn smirk that's always plastered on his face or the fact that he enjoys other peoples misery for his own amusement.

What ever it may be, the dudes a psychopathic bastard.

I was 17 when I first met him.

We tried to kill each other that day.

Since then, It's been a war between him and me. He'd say something; I'd say something, The next thing I knew we'd be throwing punches at each other.

Hell - Sometimes I'd throw OBJECTS at him. Trashcans, Shoe's, WHAT EVER to make his annoying voice go away.

He get's away every time, the damn flea. Bastard's sly as a fox.

Now, here's my problem -

I'm in love with the brat.

And now that I look back on it all - I guess I should have seen the sign's. I'd let the Louse slip away every time. Going' easy on him I suppose.

But that's the only way to describe it.

He's Awful, Sick, Deranged, Psychotic-

He's Sexy as hell, Soft as satin, Funny, Energetic-

Everything I want, yet HATE at the same time.

He's a drug - Addicting and Sweet, Deadly and Sensual.

Orihara Izaya.

You will be the death of me...

Normal POV

"Shizu-Chan~!"

The voice hit him like a bullet, bouncing off his head as he swerved around to glare at none other then Orihara Izaya, all smiles and laughs. Annoyance evident in his features, he growled lowly under his breath and attempted to burn daggers into the smaller man's head.

Unfortunately for him, this is not a cartoon, and Izaya does not explode.

"Fucking Louse! I thought I told you to stay the hell out of- wait, how the hell did you get into my house flea?" he snarl's, anything but happy at the moment.

Izaya laughed that annoying – cuteohgodsofuckingadorable – laugh of his and bated his eye lashes at him. "I only wanted to see you, Shizu-Chan~~! It's been so long-"

Izaya ducked as a table is thrown past his head, smashing against the wall behind him.

"Tsk Tsk! Didn't your mother tell you not to rough house indoor's Shizuo-Chan~?" Izaya smirk's, knowing Shizuo had to be close to his breaking point by now.

/Just block him out… He's just a Louse, an annoying bug./ Shizuo thinks, a small head ache starting to form.

"Hmm Shiz-U-Chan~? Or was she to busy hanging on your brother to notice~? Ahah~!"

/He''twanttohurtanyone-/

Izaya laugh's. "Or.. Was it because she was too afraid of the monster she had let lose~!"

That did it.

A snarl ripped it's self from Shizuo's throat before he could control it, and in the span of 2.5 seconds a couch is flying across his living room and suddenly-

Wait. What?

Eye's filled with shock, he watched as the couch connected with Izaya's head, the smaller man's body plummeting to the floor.

"Izaya…?"

Silence.

"H-hey. Flea get the hell up."

No response.

"…. Shit."

Weeeeelll. There it is. The end!

. . . I was totally joking. I'd kill myself If It ended right there. xD

Anyways. It's been a while since I last wrote, huh? o wo And look at who my newest torture victims are~!

I can guarantee, I plan to take these to from heaven, hell and back again. : D

So my lovelies~ Review's are always nice to see. It's the best gift you can give a person. Besides money…Orsex.

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Later~

~Shino