Due to a huge fall out with the person who commissioned me for Roommates, I really don't know when it will be continued. So using the same general storyline I made a darker version.

So if you read Roommates I hope you enjoy this~

Why did this happen, why was he sitting there in nothing, but a pair of boxers watching as he slept, his chest barely rising and falling with each struggled breath…why did he care? Looking over the pristine white sheets he could plainly make out the worst of his injuries as crimson soaked through and blemished the perfection…

He knew he should call Shinra, but…what if he left and he died? He had to be there…he couldn't leave him; it had to be him, he was meant to be the last thing this man saw…not some total stranger's with a grudge.

Clenching his fists till he felt blood seep between his tensed fingers he growled, why? Why couldn't he get the image of what those people had done to the man before him out of his head? He wasn't even a witness to confirm what he was imagining had happened, but he did know one thing…those rope burns around his wrists, ankles and neck didn't come from a guys night out…nor did the wounds probably done from a knife just appear without hand of a culprit…and the broken bones didn't happen on their own either…

This man, the man he despised the most, had indeed been tortured…and as much as he hated him, he couldn't bring himself to leave him back in that alleyway, after all he had what the other man lacked…humanity. And it was that humanity that finally allowed him to leave the room and call someone who could take the pain away, hopefully for the both of them…

Before he left however, he had turned; feeling grateful he did as he saw a pair of crimson eyes looking at him, piercing deep into his soul as tears trailed from the corners and ran down his damaged skin…he looked like a child, nothing more than a frightened child wanting their mothers, but being too scared the monster will hear them if they talk…

It was sickening to think he was this mans monster...

Shizuo POV

I couldn't stand to look at him; he made me feel sick…I wanted to simply walk over and put him out of his misery…I hated him…I hated him so god damn much…I know I do, I despise his very existence, everyone would be better off with him dead and buried six feet under…

So why do I sit here on the floor with my back to the door, and knees drawn to my chest as I cry in silent despair for the man I once felt indestructible…he's still alive, but what will he truly have when this ends…everything was going to change now…

I had seen this before…I didn't need Shinra to tell me what those people did…they took something from him that gave us both the flare of life, his legs were like that of a stallion, strong and able to carry him for miles while maintaining an amazing speed…what would he do now? Would he want to live…would he blame me for taking his chance to die?

Lowering his head between his knees he hid his face, bringing his hands up to cover his head, fisting his hair as he continued to cry; he shouldn't be feeling this way…it wasn't him who did wrong, all he did was save the man!

So why did that feel like the greatest sin of them all? Why did he want to rip his heart out and slowly bleed to death…why did he feel such a great need to escape an unexplainable guilt?

Looking up at nothing in particular as tears continued to flow from his glass like eyes the man took in a deep breath and swallowed harshly before his murmured voice filled the otherwise silent apartment;

"Forgive me…Izaya…"

Forgive how short this is, this is just a tester chapter to see what people think of it :3

Next chapter will be longer =3 I hope to make this a long chaptered story~

Reviews are appreciated, shows me people like the story so gives me more muse to continue =3