Shizaya
Preface.
Shizuo stood, hovering over Izaya. 'Have I finally killed him?' Scared, Shizuo knelt beside Izaya and felt around for a pulse. None. That meant that Izaya was finally dead. And Shizuo killed him. With a freaking trash can, of all things.
Shizuo felt happy, ecstatic even. But he also felt scared, and-unexpectedly- sad. He was happy that the bastard known as Izaya was dead, but was scared of what would happen now. Cops and more than likely jail. He was also scared for the people around himself. This just proved that he could kill. And now he had.
But the sadness surprised him. He had never liked the stupid flea, in any way shape or form, so why was he so sad?
When the body moaned Shizuo almost pissed himself, thinking that it was a ghost or something taking over the body or Izaya turned into a zombie. (yes he's very superstitious. Hell, his best friend has no head.) When Izaya opened his eyes Shizuo didn't know what to think, and as Izaya sat up Shizuo stood and backed away. He tried to leave, but his body wouldn't move. Something was wrong with the flea.
At first Shizuo really thought something supernatural was going on, then he looked into the informants eyes. Something was seriously off.
Hate.
No hate. No curiosity. Nothing. Not even annoyance. What happened to him?
"Who are you and what do you want? Stop fucking staring at me."