Can a person like I, Izaya Orihara, love? ~Of course! I love all human beings! I love the way they lie, cheat, and deceive. I love seeing their reactions to dangerous situations. It's so interesting, don't you think? Humans think they're so smart and tough, but in reality, they're just slow, weak-minded creatures. That's what makes them so easy to manipulate! Hahaha! I can creep under their skin without them knowing and take control of their precious lives. They do belong to me, after all.~
~Hmm, can I love a single a human? Haha, of course not! Like I said, I love ALL human beings. Except for Shizu-chan. Of course, he doesn't count as a human. He's more of a...monster. Therefore, I hate him, but back to the subject. I love everyone! Aaah, but my lovely humans seem to hate me. I wonder why that is? It's not that I'm lonely..far from it! It just doesn't seem fair that my love is one-sided.
Of course I'm not lonely...even as I sit in my apartment above and watch my precious humans. I'm not lonely. "Yes you are...don't deny it..." said a voice. I look over at the small mirror on my desk. A pale, dark-headed man with rusty colored eyes and dark circles stared back at me with a strained smile. "You're a damn mess...," he spoke, "Look at you, you look like shit." The man laughed, a broken, hollow laugh.
I stared. "Why are you so damn worried over being loved? You never will be. Everybody hates you. Everybody wants you dead." I couldn't bring myself to answer...I am talking to myself after all. "Even your own sisters hate you." I sat in silence for what seemed like hours, just staring into the broken face that was my own.
My mask is slipping...I know it is. The same red eyes that stared into mine began to shine with unshed tears. Who would love a cold bastard like me? Don't I deserve some kind of love? "Haha...hahaha...hahahahaha!" The thought was so ridiculous, I started to laugh. The tears that I desperately tried to hold back broke free and raced down my pale cheeks. The laughter soon turned into loud, broken sobs. I curled into myself, my fingers tangled themselves into dark locks and tugged painfully as sobs wracked my body.
So, can a person like I, Izaya Orihara, be loved?
No…I could never, and would never, be loved.
I don't deserve love. I know I don't. The lives I've destroyed and continue destroying keep me from the love I so desperately long for.
But alas, I will continue my sick and twisted deeds, for they are all I have. It's the closest to people as I'm going to get without getting attached to one single person. Besides, they could never love me anyway.
I will continue to be the most hated man in Ikebukuro. And it will stay that way for as long as I am here.
I had uploaded this story about two years ago, but I decided to add a bit more to it. The original was my first ever fanfic and I was very proud of it! I still am proud of it! It's always been my favorite among my other ones. :) But anyway, I really hope you all enjoy it ^^ Please don't be afraid to add a bit of constructive criticism if you see a mistake, etc. I do ask that you be nice about it, though! I may be proud of this story, but I have never really been great at writing. And I'm usually afraid of letting people read my stories because of that...Anyway, sorry about the rambling!